A few days ago, I came upon Infraterrestre, an El Santo movie I didn’t recognize. After all, he took his final bow sometime in the mid-1980s, after a few luchador-style kung-fu fight films.

Thinking it was a rip-off of the immortal character, I purchased the movie, looking for illicit laughs — only to find to Santo was the Son of Santo, and Infraterrestre was his big-screen debut. Much like the world of the rebooted Dark Knight mythos, it offers a darker, grittier version of the much-loved Santo flicks, but, sadly, the son was one and done.

Like other characters with a storied past, why was this version of Santo given the wrestling boot? Why hadn’t I heard of it? And why is it not championed as the rightful heir to the throne?

Using both public-domain nature footage and pre-CGI computer animation, Infraterrestre suggests that 100 million years ago, aliens came to earth to, I guess, hibernate. And when strange beings awaken — off-screen, of course — they find a family on a desert road and vaporize them, save for the boy who’s urinating.

Meanwhile in the city, Santo fights Blue Panther in the ring. As Santo is almost down and out, he realizes his opponent is “perverse and evil” and uses “satanic forces” to take the mighty luchador to the mat. (Actually, it’s more like “alien forces,” but I guess “diabolical satanism” is okay; it’s probably interchangeable.)

While the soundalike version of a Ricky Martin tune plays in a lazy discotheque, a sleazy guy picks up two dancing ladies, only to find two black-clad men shooting ridiculous laser blasts and kidnapping them. I think. Luckily, the whole thing is watched by Santo on his 13-inch supercomputer. Also, in case you don’t know, he has a super car with jet propulsion, satellite tracking and a very South Beach look to his costume — Miami nice!

After finding the kidnapped boy, the humanoids finish the job; it’s up to Santo and his muy caliente psychiatrist, Alma, to locate the aliens and their subordinates, figure out their noncomprehensive plan, use some basic wrestling moves on the baddies, and jet off in their flimsy escape pod — all in some 90-odd minutes.

There are crusty visitors from a different world, sunglass-wearing beefy drones, a strongly possessed wrestler and a race of creepy reptilians, with Santo taking all comers — even if most of the movie takes place in dark sewers, with two guys playing a whole race of cold-blooded extraterrestrials, but, you know, whatever.

Sadly, it’s very low-budget and mostly scattershot, with the Son of Santo stoically playing the golden-hero role. With the exception of Diana Golden’s performance as Alma, the frightened doctor, it’s really not on par with the original Santo adventures; something integral is missing, whether the story, effects, costumes and so on … take your pick.

Truthfully, I guess there wasn’t enough capital to shock this series back into action. With all the impactful stories of this beloved hero, maybe one day, someone will try to recharge it again. —Louis Fowler

Get it at Amazon.

While white people steadily line up to fork a few bucks for the race-baiting Avatar: The Way of Water, a true Indigenous sci-fi flick came out a few months ago: the alien-infused, back-biting cut of Slash/Back, directed by the daring Nyla Innuksuk.

A community of wholesome-but-troublesome pre-teens are petering around their small Intuit town. Taking their father’s boat to a neighboring island, they have to fend off a snarling bear. But the animal is seemingly part of a cosmic invasion, beginning with small, cuddly scenes of true wildlife to extraterrestrial-possessed, snarling-spittle man-things.

After said bear is taken out by the girls, the aliens want revenge. Now inhibited the town’s small police force, they come after the girls — and these are no shrieking violets! They formulate a master plan: armed with a hunting rifle, harpoon and other tools of the trade, to take out the menace with extreme prejudice, all in time for the conclusion of the town’s community center dance.

A Native-twinged riff on malingering post-mortem possession along the lines on John Carpenter’s The Thing and other stalwarts, Slash/Back takes the changeling formula and breathes new life with the Innuksuk’s innovative story, set in a dying town where tradition lumbers forth and swings back with a sick crack — with, of course, an alien invasion theme.

Slash/Back’s leads — especially Tasiana Shirley and Nalajoss Ellsworth as two of the young warriors — are up to the task, quelling any incoming invasion with both their Indigenous heritage and their pop-culture breakdown, giving this movie another rung of the absolute ladder of total domination … with space monsters to boot. —Louis Fowler

Get it at Amazon.