The Slow-Grasping Hands of Felt

When I signed a Blu-Ray of the restored Manos: The Hands of Fate out of the city library, one of the disc’s bonus features had been about some people putting on an puppet adaptation. “Puppets,” of course, played their own role in embedding the infamous film in our collective consciousness, and I was amused enough to start looking for information on the adaptation. Before too long I’d found an online video of a performance. Just starting to watch it, though, had seemed enough to get the joke. It took quite a while, when not just one computer but my Internet connection itself was tied up downloading the Big Sur installer, to turn back to my saved copy of “Manos: The Hands of Felt” and finish watching it.
( Thoughts on felt )