Tuesday, October 15, 2013
JSP already reviewed this this year, and so did Catfreeek. I won't spend too much time on plot since it's been retold already, but I will say that the setting of Mexico, the culture, and the temptation of mom's homemade fajitas made my mouth water. The mariachi opening music got me up and dancing around but before long I was sitting, bored, and hating all the characters. If I knew more about the sportsmanship of the wrestling ring I might have more to say about this movie. At the time I thought it was fun and alright, but the more time passes by I am looking forward to just moving on to greater things.
A band of misfits set out on the road to Cabo San Lucas to shoot a porn movie. I barely even caught their names, nor did I care much to know them. Pothead, Male Chauvinist Pig, Fat Guy, and the 3 Scantily-Clad Women. I found myself applauding the "threat" to these very hated characters, and I was grinding my teeth at every mispronounced Spanish word (I just hate my White colonialist ancestors). One of my favorite moments is when one of them tries to powerwalk their way out of the ghost town La Sangre de Dios. Really, bud?
What matters most is the character portrayed by Rey Misterio: one badass luchador that takes his matches seriously. Why does he kill? Why not? It's the same sort of unjustified reckless killing that I viewed in the film 100 Tears two years ago. Slasher kills people because that's who he is as a person. I'm cool with that.