In early 1995, I skipped class to attend a comic book-like convention near the now-demolished Holiday Inn on Oklahoma City’s north side. Even though the film bootleggers were always present in the exciting ads of cult-movie zines, this show was the first time I had seen them and their wares in person.
With a few bucks — I think about $5 — I purchased my first bootleg VHS tape, a staticky copy of the intriguing foreign action/comedy/sci-fi hybrid Acción Mutante, which I’d discovered in a dog-eared copy of the Film Threat Video Guide, a truly indispensable publication I loved at the time.
Went I got home, as soon as the VHS tape went into my player, I realized the movie truly changed my life, past and present, and I say that with no hyperbole or grandstanding.
In the three decades since his feature debut, the work of Spanish director Álex de la Iglesia has been mind-bending and phenomenal, including The Day of the Beast, Perdita Durango and The Last Circus, to name a few. Inventive and risk-taking, he’s never been disappointing — a feat, to be sure.
Now, with its grotesque vision of the handicapped future, the sickly evocative Acción Mutante hits Blu-ray. In this fractured time, the world has two factions: the rich, popular and sexy beautiful people, and the poor, hated and malformed citizens. On the latter side, the Acción Mutante team, led by terrorist Ramón (Antonio Resines), break into a well-publicized high-society wedding and kidnap the bride-to-be Patricia (Frédérique Feder), a shapely motormouth whose piehole is stapled shut in the ensuing fracas.
As the Acción Mutantes escape to another planet, they ransom her head to a slimy businessman and his effete son; meanwhile, Ramón kills every member of his “special” army to keep all of the (probable) dollars to himself. With the now-Stockholm Syndromed Patricia bound and dragged by her hair, they crash-land on a desert planet with diseased bodies, filthy minds and septic breath. Between the dead conjoined twins, the inbred family of rapists and a bar full of sexual violations, there is no way they are getting out of here … and they aren’t.
As the well-armed police patrol the scum-filled streets, our well-to-do saviors of the pretty and the factually ugly are trapped in this world — one perfectly comic and fully realized by Iglesias. As broken industrial architecture surrounds them as the most agitated haute couture despises them, they create a lived-in world of bad Andy Warhol movies, good John Waters films and, to top it all off, the second coming attraction of Christ as a disabled caricature.
This is anarchic art at its finest, and Acción Mutante is its own bloody afterbirth, made with corn syrup and food coloring. —Louis Fowler