The fact that it was probably intended to be released as a below low budget flick in the 80's explains it's failure to fully gel as a movie set 20 or so years earlier. That's not to say that the film is devoid of moments that do somehow capture the moment but the overall feeling is scrambled and comes out as a stew of eras . Some of the clothing worn by various characters throughout the film betray the year of production though it must be said that most people save the overly analytical and paranoid will not notice any of this shit nor give a fuck if they did. Hey, I saw a Jimi Hendrix poster in Oliver Stone's 'The Doors' that had on it a logo that was concocted for the early 90's re-issues of the Experience albums , so if Oliver Stone can get away with it then fuck it!
Director Van Bebber is a fucking madman and the amount of blood and guts put into this film and thrown back out is a testament of a true "diamond in the rough" as his short films Deadbeat at Dawn, Roadkill: The Last Days of John Martin and My Sweet Satan only further prove. Everyone in this film puts so much of themselves into it that I'm taken aback and eventually filled to the brim with resentment and discouragement that the so called "stars" of Hollywood, the ones with the golden meal ticket, the ones who are making it suck so fucking bad are incessantly shoved down your throat year after year and people like Van Bebber and crew are barely scraping by, largely unnoticed and getting panned by clueless critics who choke on the long shriveled cocks of washed up has beens like Pacino, DeNiro and other empty Hollywood lames such as Julia Roberts. Fuck, even Michelle Rodriguez and her scowling puss somehow manage to stay employed. What the fuck is wrong with the world?
Whatever your opinions are of the infamous Tate/LaBianca Murders, if you have any to begin with, they should have little or nothing to do with the impact of this groovy little indie. Van Bebber's Manson Family unquestionably ranks with the earlier works of Raimi, Peter Jackson, Tobe Hooper, Wes Craven and all of the other genre masters who have left their mark (only to later find that their wrists have mysteriously gone limp with no cure in sight!) and went on to become genre icons respectively.