Manos: The Hands of Fate is a unique film experience – so unique, in fact, that it has become something of a cult classic. Directed by Harold P. Warren and starring a cast of mostly non-professional actors, Manos is a bizarre and often unintentionally humorous story featuring insanity, evil, cult worship, and Satanism. The plot is about a family on a vacation in Texas who are ensnared by a strange cult and their sinister leader, The Master, who wears a luchador mask and wants to have a sexual relationship with the wife of the family. Not only is the plot strange, but the dialogue is often stilted and the acting ranges from bad to worse. Even the editing of the film is so amateurish that some of the scenes simply don't make any sense. Despite all this, though, Manos turns out to be an oddly captivating experience. Despite its dated production values, poor dialogue and bad acting, there is something about Manos that will make you want to watch it again and again. It is an exercise in perverse entertainment, and despite its obvious flaws, it is hard to turn away. Manos is an experience that must be seen to be believed – it is a film that could only have been made during the wild and wacky 1960s. It is a unique and unusual experience that will remain in the memory long after it has finished.

I wrote that using AI because, despite taking notes the entire time, most of my braincells disappeared 20 to 30 minutes into this film.