Oh, come on, it is so readily apparent that there is only one movie even close to being considered the Worst Movie Ever (well, maybe 2. "Catwoman" comes to mind), and that movie is 'Manos' the Hands of Fate. I urge you all to rent, watch, study, and memorize this movie. You think you've seen bad, you think you've seen dud, you have seen nothing until you feast your eyes on the cinematic train-wreck that is 'Manos'. It's so bad that writer/director/producer/actor/fertilizer salesman Hal Warren denied it even existed until somebody unearthed it shortly before his death. It's so bad that it was heckled so relentlessly during it's local El Paso premier that most of the cast and crew snuck out of the darkened theater before the movie was even half-way through. It's so bad that you have to wonder if it's the driving reason three of the stars of the movie committed suicide within a year of completing the film. It's so bad that it will probably make you look at Gigli in a new light. It's so bad that it's not even good, it's just a lot worse. You must see 'Manos' before you can ever be allowed to invoke such titles as "Natural Born Killers" or "Last House on the Left". Trust me, true believer, you will not thank me for recommending this movie...