A lost classic of Mexican cinema. Influenced by (and improving upon) "El Topo" (as if remade by Bunuel and/or David Lynch), there's a savage humour that anticipates the best of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino overlaying the traditional Clint Eastwood/spaghetti western plotting. Saw it 25 years ago in a Merida grindhouse, so the exact details are a little vague... there were lots of deformed, cackling uglies, some dwarfs (including one riding a blindman that Mel Gibson might've copped for Mad Max) and the occasional fireworks of magical realism, Telemundo has been running some of Jorge Rivero's wrestling movies with El Santo at three in the morning... with any luck, they'll pick up the El Payo series too.
