Wrestlemaniac Review
Wrestlemaniac (or El Mascarado Massacre), starring Rey Mysterio [and with packaging designed to make you think it was Rey Mysterio Jr, of course...] was in the bargain bin at Walmart a few weeks ago, so for five bucks I couldn’t resist grabbing it.
It opens with a naked woman running out of a building, screaming. Cut to the opening credits, which are superimposed over old lucha footage. And then, right into a sleazy guy in a pickup truck explaining what a dirty sanchez is. That pretty much summarizes the tone of the movie, and gives you a good clue at the plot.
Sleazy guy is taking three girls [the starlets], a fat and happy guy [the lucha nerd who owns the camera] and a stoner guy [who owns the van] across Mexico to film a porn flick. Naturally, they get lost, and end up in a ghost town. Gory deaths and some funny bits ensue, as the pornographers have stirred up a maniacal super-wrestler created by the Mexican government in the 1960s.
Wrestlemaniac is a fun bargain movie, although it wavers too much between gorey and poking fun at the genre for my tastes. It’s short — about seventy minutes — and in my eyes that’s a plus, as there isn’t a lot of padding or filler.
Here’s the trailer: