I'd be exaggerating if I said I'd rather have my brain pulled out through my nostril than watch another mummy movie, but I'm sure you catch my drift: I find them so boring, doubly so if they happen to be Mexican and have been Americanised by Gordon K. Murray.
The Wrestling Women vs. The Aztec Mummy is just that: a crappy combination of crumbling monster madness and lovely luchadoras, repackaged for a US audience, that isn't anywhere near as much fun as it sounds. The main problem with the film is that the mummy, who is actually quite a lot of fun when he's on screen, doesn't appear for well over an hour. The first 69 minutes involve a villain called Black Dragon (Ramón Bugarini) who is attempting to get his hands on an ancient Aztec codex that will reveal the whereabouts of a vast treasure; trying to prevent him from doing so are an archaeologist, his daughter, her fiancé, and two female wrestlers, Loreta (Lorena Velázquez) and Golden Rubí (voluptuous beauty Elizabeth Campbell).
The action is dull and repetitive - even a wrestling match between the luchadoras and a pair of female judo experts is boring, going on for way too long - and René Cardona's direction is, for the most part, unremarkable. I had way more fun trying to work out how Black Dragon's hidden camera was able to track, pan, zoom and change position than I did with the story.
When the mummy finally appears, things do pick up a bit, as the creature tries to find the Aztec breastplate stolen from the remains of his beloved Xochitl: he chases our heroes, takes on the form of a rubber bat and a tarantula, and annihilates Black Dragon's gang, running back to the safety of his tomb when the sun rises. If only there had been more of this throughout the rest of the film...
The Wrestling Women vs. The Aztec Mummy is just that: a crappy combination of crumbling monster madness and lovely luchadoras, repackaged for a US audience, that isn't anywhere near as much fun as it sounds. The main problem with the film is that the mummy, who is actually quite a lot of fun when he's on screen, doesn't appear for well over an hour. The first 69 minutes involve a villain called Black Dragon (Ramón Bugarini) who is attempting to get his hands on an ancient Aztec codex that will reveal the whereabouts of a vast treasure; trying to prevent him from doing so are an archaeologist, his daughter, her fiancé, and two female wrestlers, Loreta (Lorena Velázquez) and Golden Rubí (voluptuous beauty Elizabeth Campbell).
The action is dull and repetitive - even a wrestling match between the luchadoras and a pair of female judo experts is boring, going on for way too long - and René Cardona's direction is, for the most part, unremarkable. I had way more fun trying to work out how Black Dragon's hidden camera was able to track, pan, zoom and change position than I did with the story.
When the mummy finally appears, things do pick up a bit, as the creature tries to find the Aztec breastplate stolen from the remains of his beloved Xochitl: he chases our heroes, takes on the form of a rubber bat and a tarantula, and annihilates Black Dragon's gang, running back to the safety of his tomb when the sun rises. If only there had been more of this throughout the rest of the film...