When the Americans are looking for serious villains for their movies they generally choose Russians, North Koreans, or Arabs. If they want comedic villains, then they look south of the border to Mexico. I don’t think the Americans have ever forgiven the Mexicans for the Alamo, or Taco Bell, or The Real Cancun.
Mexico is known for many things, but mainly cheap pharmaceuticals, cheap medical treatments, cheap alcohol, cheap food, cheap holidays, and wrestling. Wrestlemaniac combines Mexico’s love of wrestling with their trade in questionable medical procedures, with some hapless Americans as victims.
A van of Americans head to Mexico to shoot an amateur porn film, which is as good an excuse as any to show boobies. They end up in a deserted town that is rumoured to be haunted by a crazed, Mexican wrestler. Years ago the Mexican government was desperate to win Olympic gold in wrestling, so a team of surgeons attempted to create the ultimate wrestler, pieced together from the country’s top wrestlers. The end result was Rey Mysterio Jr’s uncle, Rey Mysterio Sr. Needless to say, he didn’t win at the Olympics, went insane, and now lives to slaughter tourists.
I’m not sure this film will replace El Santo as the Mexican cult film, but the Frankenstein approach is surely worth some sort of recognition. And who doesn’t love a psycho, masked wrestler that has built his own ring and has the faces (literally) of his victims on the wall.
Mexico is known for many things, but mainly cheap pharmaceuticals, cheap medical treatments, cheap alcohol, cheap food, cheap holidays, and wrestling. Wrestlemaniac combines Mexico’s love of wrestling with their trade in questionable medical procedures, with some hapless Americans as victims.
A van of Americans head to Mexico to shoot an amateur porn film, which is as good an excuse as any to show boobies. They end up in a deserted town that is rumoured to be haunted by a crazed, Mexican wrestler. Years ago the Mexican government was desperate to win Olympic gold in wrestling, so a team of surgeons attempted to create the ultimate wrestler, pieced together from the country’s top wrestlers. The end result was Rey Mysterio Jr’s uncle, Rey Mysterio Sr. Needless to say, he didn’t win at the Olympics, went insane, and now lives to slaughter tourists.
I’m not sure this film will replace El Santo as the Mexican cult film, but the Frankenstein approach is surely worth some sort of recognition. And who doesn’t love a psycho, masked wrestler that has built his own ring and has the faces (literally) of his victims on the wall.
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