In the grand tradition of Samson vs. the Vampire Women (1962), Blue Demon vs. the Infernal Brain (1967) or any of the countless Mexican horror adventures featuring the masked wrestler Santo, Night of the Bloody Apes (1972) takes a popular mini-genre in Mexican cinema and updates it for seventies audiences, liberally adding large helpings of violence, sex and female nudity. If nothing else the film shows just how far things have progressed since the more innocent black and white Santo features of the early sixties. Sure, the standard stock ingredients are still here – lots of wrestling interspersed with mad scientist/monster-on-the-rampage shtick but there’s also something new – gross-out gore effects rendered in garish color (the original film was released in Mexico in 1969 but the 1972 U.S. version included newly shot insert footage of sex, nudity and bloody violence).
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Three Nuts in Search of a Dolt
What makes a mad scientist mad? Is it the realization that his skill set is not sufficient to achieve the medical breakthroughs he envisions or the fact that the medical community is too unenlightened to understand his genius? In the case of Don Panchito aka The Professor (Carlos Riquelme) it’s a little bit of both. His goal is to build a master race of super beings with the help of his two assistants but so far the experiments aren’t working. The Professor has been kidnapping world class athletes and wrestlers and transplanting monkey brains into their bodies (yes, that again) but so far none have survived. Maybe the problem is that he needs a stronger body so his quest continues in Ladron de Cadaveres (English title: The Body Snatcher, 1957), the first Mexican horror/fantasy genre film to combine mad scientists, brain transplants and wrestlers in an audience pleasing formula that would soon inspire a series of movies pitting the popular wrestler El Santo against a variety of supernatural creatures.
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Some phobias, often triggered by movies, develop in childhood and stick with you for life like an overwhelming fear of circus clowns or anxiety about being alone in the dark. For me, ventriloquist dummies or anything similar to that like oversized human dolls still gives me the creeps and the horror film that best visualizes this is 1961’s Curse of the Doll People (Mexican title: Munecos Infernales, which translates roughly as “Infernal Dolls”), directed by Benito Alazraki. Continue reading


