Saturday, 10 January 2015
Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966)
Every scene and every cut is four times longer than it should be to fill time. Everything, and I mean everything is fucked in this film; the editing, framing, shot choice, acting, set decoration, dialogue, film stock, colour, sound, structure, everything except the mighty Torgo and the pretty good post-bop jazz score is fucked. And then there's the slapping. What the hell is it with the slapping. Everyone is slapping everyone else. It's a slapfest! I loved it.
Favourite moment: Torgo's death by slapping and rubbing.
Watch it here
Original letterboxd review