Where to begin? The acting is as bad as the script is stupid. The dialogue the poor people have to work with is as shallow as it gets. After all, this was only made because of a bet that director/star (?) Harold P. Warren made with a screenwriter who was in his hometown to scout for locations.
The story is of a family (parents, daughter, dog) that gets lost in the middle of nowhere, coming among a deserted farm house deserted but for the limping caretaker Torgo. Torgo, apparently a metaphor for a satyr, makes ominous remarks about a 'master' that is initially only present on a strange and fear inducing painting.
When we finally meet him, he is clad in black and red and surrounded by women dressed in nightgowns. The master, who may or may not be dead, comes to life and decides he must sacrifice poor Torgo to the deity "Manos". Torgo is tied to a stone bed and attacked by the women in nightgowns (the 'wives' of the master or something), but he escapes, wounded.
When the master comes upon the family, the father shoots him into the face from close range, but to no avail. The master applies some hypnotic power which turns the mother and daughter into 'wives' for the master and the father into the new caregiver, who at the end of the film welcomes another unfortunate group of lost travelers.
Needs to be seen to be believed (and cannot possibly be judged in mere numbers).
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