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[Lister]

If you want to watch the entire episode (WARNING: advanced viewers only.  This movie contains nothing but pain.), you can if you start here.

This is the end-of-show sketch featuring him.

If you do not know of the MST3K, you should find an easier entry point here, here, or here.

[Charles Nelson Mandela]

My name rhymes with a certain part of the female anatomy.

I wonder what it says about me that I read this line and my brain instantaneously said to me, "Scott."

[wombat]

WAIT a minute. You can buy those frozen fries in Brazil???

I am sorry on behalf of my country. So very sorry.

[V-Adore]

The deal with Torgo is that a lot of the character got mangled in post-production, and later in the MST3K cut. The actor actually built himself an elaborate set of satyr-leg prostheses, but Shadowrama presents you from seeing the feet in the MST3K version; also, apparently the original actor's performance was more or less destroyed by voice overdubbing in post-production of the film, so it's pretty much impossible to know now how he really did his character.

I know this because the Gentleman Caller is, er, a "Manos" aficionado.

I'm not proud.

[littlefallsmets]

Well, to be fair, though... Manos was shot silently to save money with the PLAN of dubbing in all the voices later. That is how naively conceived the entire project was. It was El Paso in the early Sixties and a fertilizer salesman thought it would be fun to do a drive-in cheapie flick independently... back when there wasn't "independent film" as we know it today or... more accurately, knew it in the late Eighties and early Nineties. That independent film hasn't existed in a decade, either. Different conversation.

Even in the non-MST version, though, which I own, the leg prostetics are really only clearly visible a couple of times.

And... the visual performance of Torgo is all facial-ticks and weird limping, overdub or no overdub.

A performance that could've been competent in a completely different movie but... not in what Manos ended up being.

In the context of Manos, it is completely fuck*ng hilarious. Manos is one of those rare movies where the non-MST version has more comedy replay value than the MST version. There is something added, in the fullness of its start-to-finish innocence, in watching it unspool as what is supposed to actually be a feature length movie.

Some of the higher-level absurdity is lost in seeing it broken up and framed, as opposed to an entire heartbreaking failure.

[Roger]

WAIT a minute. You can buy those frozen fries in Brazil???

I am sorry on behalf of my country. So very sorry.

See, I can buy pseudo-fries in any megamart down here, but if I order an import Manos DVD, which is what I'd like the most right now, my gov't adds this huge tax to the price. SO unfair.

But don't feel sorry Wombat, your country more than made it up by inventing this so-called "rock-and-roll" music that seems to be all the rage around the world nowadays.

[wombat]

But don't feel sorry Wombat, your country more than made it up by inventing this so-called "rock-and-roll" music that seems to be all the rage around the world nowadays.

Wow, that's a really comforting thought. Thanks.

[Nabubrush]

Well, to be fair, though... Manos was shot silently to save money with the PLAN of dubbing in all the voices later. That is how naively conceived the entire project was. It was El Paso in the early Sixties and a fertilizer salesman thought it would be fun to do a drive-in cheapie flick independently... back when there wasn't "independent film" as we know it today or... more accurately, knew it in the late Eighties and early Nineties. That independent film hasn't existed in a decade, either. Different conversation.

Even in the non-MST version, though, which I own, the leg prostetics are really only clearly visible a couple of times.

And... the visual performance of Torgo is all facial-ticks and weird limping, overdub or no overdub.

A performance that could've been competent in a completely different movie but... not in what Manos ended up being.

In the context of Manos, it is completely fuck*ng hilarious. Manos is one of those rare movies where the non-MST version has more comedy replay value than the MST version. There is something added, in the fullness of its start-to-finish innocence, in watching it unspool as what is supposed to actually be a feature length movie.

Some of the higher-level absurdity is lost in seeing it broken up and framed, as opposed to an entire heartbreaking failure.

Who are you?

[littlefallsmets]

Who are you?

Axl Stardust, the Smartest Man Alive.

Part rock 'n' roll messiah, part regular messiah. One-half alien, one-quarter god and 100% honourary Canadian. Hair like fleece, eyes like fire, voice like rushing waters. Boots like burnished bronze and a tongue like a double-sided blade of silver. Rhinestone waistcoat of the Union Jack, a thrift-store kilt and an offensive tee-shirt.

The phoenix if the phoenix were a human and a dude, a unique creature powered off the firey cycle of life but trying to not operate on such a high level that I'm tapping into the power of the yet-to-be made. A single blade of straw at the Heart of the Storm, if tornadoes were made of karma and blades of straw were made out of awesome.

Either that or I'm a fat guy named Mike who has to stop letting himself automatic write after drinking a pot and another cup of coffee. Your mileage may vary, guarantee void in Tennessee, all rights reserved.