Los canallas

It's hard to believe it took Regina Torne 25 more years after the making of this film to get the international attention she deserved (In "Like Water for Chocolate"). I mean, you can watch this film just to enjoy her marvelously flouncy, mod, dominatrix, kitten-with-a-whip performance as the villainess here. She clearly loves this role, and eats up the film to get it. All the usual masked-wrestler-superhero silly bits to be found in films of this genre are made immeasurably more tolerable by her presence. Yes, we have the usual wrestling matches, and the hero who never takes off his mask (yet no one seems to find this in the least strange); and we have a goofy Aztec voodoo sequence that comes out of nowhere (nice dancing, though), an unbelievable jailbreak (thanks to a music-box/radio with a remote control laser in it(!)), and all the inevitable cliffhanging babe-threatening we've come to expect from such films.

But then we also have Regina Torne - and she makes all the difference in the world.

Wonderfully campy fun, with a to-die-for performance from Torne.