What the hell was it about people back in the seventies? They couldn't just be content with enjoying such brilliance as Laverne and Shirley, The Osmonds, Kojak or Any Which Way But Loose. No! They had to go and spoil it by going all weird'n'stuff. Was there something in the water? The fabled Woodstock Brown Acid maybe? Was it the smell of the Hai Karate? It had to be something. Because it appears as though those funky, crazy-cats would believe absolutely anything! Water divining? Why not! Cryptozoology? Makes sense! Crop circles? Yeah, sure! From Anton Szandor LaVey to Erich Von Daniken, there was absolutely nothing that was too off-the-wall for these mumbo-jumbo digesting, prog-rock, Woodstock casualties standing at the eve of the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Not adverse to cashing in on whatever nonsense chimed with the mood of the times, popular culture responded in kind. It was as though TV, film, music, literature simultaneously enjoyed some weird, cultural, nervous breakdown. Hell, in this fucked-up world, even the buzzing in the head of the Manson Family made sense. After all, was the Beatles track, Helter Skelter, really that strange? Certainly not when compared to The Secret of Bigfoot episode of The Bionic Man that aired in February 1976! Surely that was enough to push any would-be, homicidal, cult leader over the edge? Space aliens indeed! FFS! And, if that didn't do the trick, then what about Pufnstuf? Pipkins? Children of the Stones? That was, of course, the creepy, made for British television, Wickerman-esque tale for kids! Also the leyline-tastic Quatermass with John Mills. Zardoz? Great? For sure! Nuts? Totally! What about Bobby from Dallas? He was The Man From Atlantis! So, he didn't die in the shower. Far from it! It was a dream: and he became a fish-man! Anyhow none of this makes sense today, but it sure as hell did back then! Tapping into this whole, cinematic, zeitgeist we get a whole bucket of cinematic insanity. Bigfoot films, satanist movies, for example. Even The Mystery in the Bermuda Triangle. Anyhow, originally entitled Misterio en las Bermudas, The Mystery in the Bermuda Triangle was a Mexican Wrestler movie that attempts to grapple with... Ahem, sorry, poor joke! Try again... Anyhow, The Mystery in the Bermuda Triangle was a Mexican Wrestler movie that attempted to deal, unsuccessfully, with the decade spanning obsession with all things pseudoscientific. At least, that would be the case, were the title to be believed! Because, despite promising to do so, the film does no such thing. It seems as though writer Gilberto Martínez Solares had little time for indulging such nonsense. He had bigger fish to fry. So, strap yourself in, because the reality of the situation is this... One day, while an old man and a young boy are out fishing, they catch a piece of cloth. On closer examination this turns out to be a wrestler mask. It is a silver one: the mask of Santo. The old man becomes very sad. So, with a voice laden with pathos, he takes us into flashback mode. We are about to learn of the circumstances that surround the disappearance of three famous Mexican wrestlers. They are, of course, Santo, Blue Demon and Mil Máscaras. By coincidence, they are in town at a very interesting time. Because, it seems, boats and planes are vanishing into the famous, aquatic vortex. Anyhow, our trio are not at all bothered! Why should they be? After all, they are in town for other reasons. They simply wish to perform exhibition bouts, sip cocktails and shag groupies. As a result, the viewer, up to this point, will have to be content with entertainment based around watching sweaty muscle-men in leather masks. Excitement is generated as they grope and tease one another around the ring. Fnarr! Fnarr! As the late, great, Kenny Everett would famously announce: it's all done in the best possible taste! Besides, things do pick up considerably when the trio are approached to protect Princess Soreida of Irania. Played by Gaynor Kote, she is a feisty martial artist monarch. It just happens that she too is in town. She plans to give karate demonstrations and, while she is at it, sign a nuclear proliferation treaty. Or something! From this point, what ensues is standard spy fare. Albeit with a Mexican twist. Except, in this instance, given the absence of a Bond figure, it is played out by a band of glittery-masked men. Some spies! Even in the world inhabited by this film, it must be hard for our heroes to remain incognito. Luckily for us, though, this isn't the only thing that is going on. Because there is also a subplot concerning a crap looking weather machine. There is also a sub-aquatic Utopia that is populated by teleporting scientists. Oh, and Santo's girlfriend gets transported to another dimension. But none of this, it seems, matters. Not one iota! Certainly not while there is more mileage to be squeezed from watching wrestlers walking about, riding around in sports cars, flirting with women and piloting speedboats. That's where the real action is at! Right there! It's all a question of priorities isn't it. After all, in the grand scheme of things, we'll all be dead when the A-bomb drops. In a final act of randomness this is precisely how the film ends. Just after we are informed that the Book of Revelations is coming true. Like, erm, WTF? Anyhow, if that lot isn't enough to make you want to see this then nothing will.