Santo and Blue Demon vs. Dr. Frankenstein (1974)

Aww, hell yeah. This movie has it all. It's got big Mexican men who never take off their wrestling masks. It's got lots of wrestling action (far more athletic and brutal than the overblown soap opera that America calls "wrestling" today). It's got Irving (!) Frankenstein and his hulking black zombie servant. It's got a lady bacteriologist. It's got a musical score even wackier than Jon Brion's Punch-Drunk Love score. It's got brain-switching. It's got zombified females committing murder. It's got corpses on ice. It's got gratuitous violence against policemen. It's got a daffy old scientist who can never remember whether Alicia (the lady bacteriologist) is dating Santo. And, yes... it's got SANTO, one of the only men who can wear a silver lucha libra mask with a tan business suit and not look like an idiot. (Not to give the shaft to his partner, Blue Demon, but Santo is just cooler. Sorry, Blue Demon.) In summation, it's wonderfully loopy nonsense, which means I loved it. Your mileage may vary.

Grade: B+