The sequel to 1980's Intrepidos Punks, this one ups the ante from the very first five minutes. After Tarzan (luchador El Fantasma, father to Lucha Underground's King Cuerno) is freed from prison, he instantly gets revenge on the man who put him away, Marco (Juan Valentin) by interrupting the cop's daughter's quinceanera. His gang proceeds to rape and kill every single person there, leaving Marco alive so that he can be tormented by his loss.
Let me sum this up the best way I can: Tarzan and his gang look like the best Italian post-apocalyptic movie ever, if a Mexican wrestler led a gang that's mostly made up of Japanese women wrestlers circa the Crush Girls era that had constant Satanic orgies. Tarzan even yells, "Long live death, cocaine, marijuana and alcohol!" at one point, sending me into ecstatic bliss.
Marco's partner says that "We are all guilty. We are all accomplices. All of us!" Probably no one listened to the police chief when he claimed that the gang was only the tip of the iceberg at the end of the last film. Now, Marco is getting kicked off the force, slowly eating soup and planning his horrible vengeance on the gang.
This movie quite literally comes from inside my brain. It's the only place where luchadors can lead Satanist drug gangs against an ex-cop willing to take things so far that he pours acid on people, all whilst a surf punk band jams out and curvy dancers gyrate to their completely offbeat (and off beat) performance. Everybody has aluminum foil on their spikes or metallic hair or is naked or has a bad dye job or looks likes the random dudes you beat up in Final Fight. Throw in a black mass where a goat is beheaded and devoured and you have the feel good movie of 1987!
The only thing I don't like about this movie is its ending, which Roberto Ewing's the entire movie as one bad dream. If you just stop the movie right before that, all will be much better with your world. I also want there to be more movies in this series and am willing to Kickstart anything that attempted to make this happen
Let me sum this up the best way I can: Tarzan and his gang look like the best Italian post-apocalyptic movie ever, if a Mexican wrestler led a gang that's mostly made up of Japanese women wrestlers circa the Crush Girls era that had constant Satanic orgies. Tarzan even yells, "Long live death, cocaine, marijuana and alcohol!" at one point, sending me into ecstatic bliss.
Marco's partner says that "We are all guilty. We are all accomplices. All of us!" Probably no one listened to the police chief when he claimed that the gang was only the tip of the iceberg at the end of the last film. Now, Marco is getting kicked off the force, slowly eating soup and planning his horrible vengeance on the gang.
This movie quite literally comes from inside my brain. It's the only place where luchadors can lead Satanist drug gangs against an ex-cop willing to take things so far that he pours acid on people, all whilst a surf punk band jams out and curvy dancers gyrate to their completely offbeat (and off beat) performance. Everybody has aluminum foil on their spikes or metallic hair or is naked or has a bad dye job or looks likes the random dudes you beat up in Final Fight. Throw in a black mass where a goat is beheaded and devoured and you have the feel good movie of 1987!
The only thing I don't like about this movie is its ending, which Roberto Ewing's the entire movie as one bad dream. If you just stop the movie right before that, all will be much better with your world. I also want there to be more movies in this series and am willing to Kickstart anything that attempted to make this happen
