Film

"MANOS" The Hands of Fate

Name: "MANOS" The Hands of Fate
Genre: Horror
Released: 1966
Cast: Harold P. Warren, Tom Neyman, John Reynolds, Diane Mahree, Stephanie Nielson

Horror
Very dark

A family stumbles into a devil-worshiping cult's compound and gets trapped in an escalating nightmare. Shot on a shoestring budget in El Paso, Texas, *Manos* is gloriously inept—every technical choice wrong, every line delivery baffled. It's a midnight-movie experience: partly endurance test, partly communal fever dream. For those who love disasters, camp, or the pure spectacle of ambition crashing into reality.

TMDb rating

1.1

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