This weekend, you'll get the chance to watch one of the best so-called 'B movies' at The Music Box Theater, or, one of the greatest so-bad-it's-good films. If you've never had the opportunity to see Manos: The Hands of Fate (translated, that is Hands: The Hands of Fate), you must.
After a family on vacation gets lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere America (near El Paso, Texas), they make the common mistake of settling down at the home of a polygamous pagan cult. The cult is run by a Frank Zappa look-alike known only as 'The Master', who's got some dark plans for the family up his robe sleeves. And then there's his underling, Torgo, who, I guess, is supposed to be a satyr, and who also has some dark plans of his own (without having read the wiki article on the film, I would never have known that he was supposed to be a satyr. The film is full of things like that.)
It's an experience one must treat himself to at least once in life. It's a film of tremendous power. Not unlike Tommy Wiseau's The Room or Ed Wood's Plan 9 from Outer Space, Manos: The Hands of Fate is a film that, in its inimitable awkwardness, becomes iconic. It's become a cult classic among cinephiles everywhere and it definitely shouldn't be missed. Go see it this Saturday at The Music Box at midnight. Just don't expect to be, like, actually frightened. Do, however, expect a lot of laughs and 'wtf' moments.