Remember the Black Nun, Hurricane Ramirez’s nemesis from The Son of Hurricane Ramirez? You know, the one with the cool I Was a Teenage Frankenstein face and nun habit? Well, despite the fact that this is called Hurricane Ramirez and the Black Nun, he ain’t in this one. The nun in this one is a black nun. Talk about a bait and switch.
Come to think of it, the movie should really be called The Black Nun and Hurricane Ramirez because Hurricane doesn’t appear until an hour into the flick. Until then, you are stuck with a lot of unfunny comedy shenanigans involving the nun trying to do good deeds. The fact that I watched an un-subtitled version didn’t help matters.
Mostly, it’s about the nun getting into one predicament after another. She gets a mute boy to help her reclaim some golden religious artifacts for the church without realizing a gang of shady characters are using the knickknacks to smuggle drugs. Eventually, she gets in a heap of trouble with the gangsters who run the operation, and it’s up to Hurricane Ramirez to get her out of a tight jam.
This is probably the worst Lucha Libre movie I’ve ever seen, mostly because the non-wrestling scenes are often painful to sit through. I mean, that first hour was so slow moving that I put it on 1.5 about halfway through and it still felt like it was moving like molasses going uphill. Once Hurricane enters the picture, things improve, but only slightly. There’s an OK Royal Rumble scene, but by the time Hurricane is squaring off in the ring while the nun is being kidnapped, I was fighting to stay awake.
I’m not sure if the original Black Nun character could’ve saved this mess, but he certainly couldn’t have hurt. Heck, the Flying Nun would’ve been welcome. I hate to say this, but after joyfully watching Lucha Libre movies over and over again for the past few months, this one might be the one that makes me swear off the genre for a while.
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