Mystery Science Theater 3000: Manos: Hands Of Fate

It's Mystery Science Theater 3000, America's only show that makes fun of really bad B-movies from the comfort of a spaceship floating above Earth. Joel Hodgson, along with his mechanical companions, wisecracking Crow and well-read chick magnet Tom Servo, make suffering through Hollywood's worst films a breeze. Adding their own dialogue, barrage of witty remarks, and an occasional colorful skit, the next hour and a half will fly by like it were only 90 minutes. There are no ushers with flashlights, crying babies, or women with big hair to spoil the fun.

How do you make fun of a bloody car wreck? That's the question facing Joel and his "bot buddies" as they watch Manos: Hands of Fate, a laborious piece of flotsam starring Torgo, a demented caretaker who, as Joel puts it, "looks like a chainsaw sculpture." To make sure we know Torgo's evil, the filmmakers gave him a horrible knee disfigurement – ooh, scary – that looks, as Crow remarks, "Like he's been hittin' the Thighmaster too much." The only saving grace, and probable reason this bore was produced, is the scene of a group of nubile nymphs wrestling around in their nighties (ruff, ruff). Even Frank and Doctor Forrester feel guilty about this one.

(Show #424)