![]() But alas, I think I only found time to see the movie one or two more times over the years since, to the point where my memory of it was largely fading - I could remember the broad strokes, of course, but not what supporting characters looked like or who ended up surviving its insane story. Two hours later I realized it was one of the six or seven good decisions I had ever made - it was such a bonkers movie, perfect for a midnight viewing, and one of those things that are perfectly suited to my own idiosyncrasies. My friend was moderating a Q&A with co-star Stella Stevens at a midnight screening at the Vista here in LA, and I went to be supportive even though I'd never heard of the film. ![]() ![]() It was twelve years ago that The Manitou first entered my life. ![]()
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