Totally anti-climatic movie here featuring an escaped convict wanting buried treasure, but has to rely on a scientist who solely knows where the treasures are located, a professor who can decipher the hieroglyphics on a map for the exact location. But never fear! El Santo, caped, masked wrestler, is here to save the day! Or is he? He can barely fight his way out of a parking lot, let alone defeat the bad guys. Dreadful on so many levels, with an ending that's just so anti-climatic (El Santo is totally reduced to a non-character) that features, oh that's right, a mummy, you'll be scratching your head and wondering what the heck you just saw.
Review of The Curse of the Aztec Mummy
