MASKED MUTILATOR (1994/2019)
If this is the first review of mine that you've read, you should know that I'm a fan of pro-wrestling. For me, it occupies the same headspace as a ditzy b-movie. It just so happens that Masked Mutilator combines schlock with the dubious world of rasslin'. After a musclebound grappler accidentally kills someone in the ring, he goes to work at a group home for troubled teenagers. Eventually, bodies begin to pile up. Ah, but who is behind the mask? I won't lie; there isn't much mystery behind the killer's identity if you've seen your fair share of psycho-thrillers. That's not as interesting as this film's production history, however. Most of Masked Mutilator was cobbled together in 1994. The cast is fractionally comprised of former wrestlers, including Stampede veteran Brick Bronsky (who also serves as the director). The story is relayed through a bit of podcast business that was shot in 2019. These are stumbling blocks, but it's nothing that some careful editing can't cope with.
Look, everything makes sense. At the end of the day, I liked this flick more than I thought I would. Don't get me wrong. It's an uneven slasher with wildly inconsistent acting. It does help if you're into wrestling. I'm surprised it's so obscure. I borrowed the DVD from a friend, and neither one of us knew anything about Masked Mutilator before pressing play. Your mileage may vary, but I certainly don't regret spending time with it. For what it's worth, we do get even-handed proportions of gore and nudity. By the way, this capsule is set for one fall. Recommended for fans of Santo and WCW merchandise. And Dusty finishes. Don't forget Dusty finishes.
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