During the summer of 2015, I decided to review nothing by movies featuring the most famous masked luchador of all time, El Santo (with a slight detour to visit the second most famous, Blue Demon).
Now that the ring has been dissembled, and the capes sent to the dry cleaners, I can look back on several weeks of watching Santo. In the past I had been a casual viewer, catching the occasional Santo film, mostly to see how strange it would be. There is a preconceived notion that luchador films are all super bizarre genre mash-ups that throw everything they can think of on the screen. I'm happy to report this absolutely true, they just don't do it all at once... usually.
|"Look pal, I don't even know what koon-ut-kal-if-fee is!"|
|"What do you mean my shorts are comically huge? Who is this?"|
|"You know... anything, really. Doesn't matter."|
I realized that the formula for the Santo films worked when I sat down and watch one of his films this week. Summer was over, I didn't have to watch any more for this project, but I wanted to do so anyway. There are plenty of Santo films that I haven't had the chance to see, and you can bet, that it's something I will be returning to.
Thanks for a great summer, Santo!