So here I am all excited, and then I come on the screen and my mouth opens and it's some squeaky lady's voice. Nobody told me that the voices were being dubbed. Bernie Rosenblum, actor describing public reaction to the first screening of Manos: The Hands of Fate It was very quiet, and then there was one snicker, then a couple, maybe two guffaws, and then just out-and-out laughing their asses off. As the film progressed, watched by the elite of El Paso, the lulz ensued and Stirling's trolling came to fruition:
Having spent all of his cash, Harold could only afford one limo, and decided to drive the same one with the same driver around and around the theater, knowing that his audience, being Texan, wouldn't notice. At the Capri theater in El Paso on the movie's release date, spotlights were showing, red carpets were rolled out, Harold was given a badge and made an honorary deputy Sheriff by the city, and a single limo picked up the entire cast and dropped them off. The film was hyped heavily in the city of El Paso, Texas and once again displaying the true intellectual fortitude possessed by all residents of the Lone Star State, they bought it hook, line and sinker. we all started talking and realized that everybody's percentages added together equaled, like, 300 percent!īecause they suffered from the tragic malady of being Texan, the entire staff went on with the show as scheduled.
He resorted to the following to do so (possibly upon the advice of Stirling-if this is true, it only bolsters Stirling's reputation as a Classical Troll): Thus was Manos: The Hands of Fate conceived- The Butt Baby of a Texas fertilizer salesman high off shrooms and cow shit trolled by a successful Hollywood Screenwriter.Īfter spending his 19,000 dollar budget and drawing his talent from such illustrious places as local theater groups and the esteemed Mannequin Manor Modeling School (where the women were interrupted from posing, cooking and making babies to be given the chance to work on the set of a movie in an occupation other than " fluffer"), Harold realized that he would have to pay his actors somehow. Stirling Silliphant, after hearing Harold's challenge and anticipating the lulz but before leaving quickly, for he almost ruptured his kidneys trying to contain his laughter.Īfter being left alone by Stirling, Harold took the advice and began to scribble the mad scribblings of a Texan on a mission- a mission to break boundaries, to stick up for the small man in Hollywood, to become a bright beacon of light for those underfinanced directors that would follow. Hey, why don't you write the script on some napkins here, you know, to get a good head start? You're a very special person, Harold, capable of very special things. Warren, lighting the flames of inspiration below the bubbling cauldron of shit that would soon become Manos: The Hands of FateĪnticipating the lulz that would ensue, Stirling thus spoke: Making a horror movie can't be that hard- I bet I could write, direct AND act in a horror film that would make millions! Regardless of the reason, Harold got the courage to stand up to the man and proudly exclaim the words that would forever change the world of cinema: Perhaps the fumes from the crap he was selling had gotten into Harold that day some theorize that he'd been experimenting with the mushrooms that inevitably grow in cowshit the night before. Warren who found his fetid muse over a cup of coffee with Oscar winning writer Stirling Silliphant. It is thus fitting that the movie was conceived in Texas by a shit salesman out of El Paso named Harold P. No, a pile of steaming crap this large had to be crafted by a true sculptor of the poo inspired by the very essence of fecal matter itself. Manos: The Hands of Fate was not just any movie- not just even another shitty movie. Warren, creator of Manos: The Hands of Fate.