Remember a few days ago when I watched Wrestling Women vs. the Killer Robot and I fell head over heels for Regina Torne, who played the main badass wrestling lady? Well, lo and behold, here she is again! This time, she’s the saucy villainess in the second Mil Mascaras movie (which, according to IMDb, was actually released first). She plays Kaneda, the leader of a female biker gang. In the opening scene, she and her cohorts ride to her underground lair where she dances wildly while a swinging rock n’ roll band belts out a great number. She then makes it a point to bring down Mil Mascaras, the wrestler who wears a million masks, once and for all.
This leads up to a scene where Torne, dressed head to toe in black leather is sitting on a red velvet throne in her dungeon. The camera slowly pulls back to reveal a couple who are strung up on adjacent columns. When they refuse to tell her what she wants to know, she whips the shit out of them with a riding crop.
It’s as if director Federico Curiel knew exactly what my innermost fantasy was and filmed it in precise detail.
We also get a scene where Torne and her minions don masquerade masks, drug Mil, pin him down, and try to remove his mask against his will. Another choice moment finds Torne dressing up like a Vegas showgirl and participating in an Aztec ceremony where she puts a hex on Mil by using a voodoo doll made of clay. (It looks like a Lucha Libre version of Mr. Bill.)
As you can see, this one is a little kinkier than your average Mexican wresting flick.
The wrestling scenes are plentiful and feature a lot of action. (There’s one in which Mil bloodies up his opponent.) Curiel gives these sequences a distinct documentarian flair. Many times, the camera is up close and personal with the grapplers, which allows the viewer to feel every armbar and stranglehold. (I also enjoyed the bit where Torne’s sidekick sneaks into the ring and gives Mil a poisoned kiss with arsenic lipstick.)
The music is positively buzzing too. My main gripe is the subplot where Torne takes to breaking two criminals (one of whom has a Captain Hook prosthetic) out of prison to help her take down Mil Mascaras. She was doing just fine on her own. She didn’t need these two mugs mucking things up.
I can’t say the film is as much overall fun as Wrestling Women vs. the Killer Robot. However, it is downright riveting whenever Regina Torne is front and center acting salacious, sadistic, and saucy. In my humble estimation, her performance remains the definitive portrayal of a Hell’s Angel dominatrix who lives in an underground lair and moonlights as an Aztec priestess and voodoo practitioner. Torne’s vivacious energy alone makes The Evil Ones a treat from start to finish.
AKA: Infernal Angels. AKA: The Scoundrels.
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