Originally introduced in a trailer created for a movie that (sadly) was never actually made, Harry Knuckles is better known to some as Secret Agent Spanish Fly: the very simian looking, banana-eating, womanizing, fun loving Mexican super spy and fuzzy fisted pummeler of evil things. Ironically enough, despite the setting of Harry's adventures being Mexico, they're born from the mild climates of Canadia with a shoestring budget at their umbilical cord, courtesy of Odessa Filmworks, who would later give us Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter and whose company logo is indeed a take on the baby cart from the infamous "Lone Wolf and Cub" movie series. But enough with the introduction shit, let's get on with it!

After beating down a couple of beatnik bank heisters (while dragged out as the hairiest woman this side of an Amish bath house), Agent Fly is approached by a colossus of a man in a power tie with a proposition for the diminutive hero: acquire an ancient Aztec chalice (i.e. dollar store tiki tumbler) that will allow Mr. Big & Tall to raise an army of the undead to call his own. Though Harry denies the job at first, his mind is changed quickly when a dead pet, a kidnapped daughter, an American Madi Hari and a wicket wielding cyborg come into the picture and convince him otherwise. Before he can travel to the island resting place of the chalice (and it's ancient mummy guardian and his posse of the living dead), Harry first needs to put a call in to his tag team partner, the retired wrestler and charter boat captain: El Santo!... of course it's not the actual El Santo, as I think he's dead, but the fact that it's just a fat Canadian in a silver mask shouldn't disuade you from the magic!... of laughing at him.

On the way to the Mummy's jungle lair (i.e. the public park on the other side of the lake from Santo's place), one overzealous zombie attacks the two, leading to yet another entry into the "death by outboard motor" annals of movie history. This isn't especially important to the plot, mind you, I just like to make note of any and all uses of an outboard motor as a weapon for my personal trivia records. Pay attention class, cuz this'll all be on the pop quiz when you're trying to get into the multiple orgasm inducing Nirvana or the agonizing groin assaulting Netherworld.

All genital pain aside, an undead orgy ensues when the dynamic duo land in Mummyville and the boys clean house of the animated cadavers awaiting them. Limb severing, head chopping, brain yanking fun ensue until Harry faces down the kung-fu bandage junkie alone, pulling the old "rip the guy's heart out with his bare fucking hand!" move and yanking the "Aztec" Tiki souvenir mug from within the king ghoul's chestal cavity. Returning to Big & Tall with the chalice in tow, Harry refuses to hand over the key to their own personal army of darkness, so in order to save his kidnapped daughter (who's been licking neuro-toxin off of one of those comically large Shirley Temple lollipops), Senor Knuckles instead gets into a two-on-one man-to-man-to-woman fight choreography smackdown of self-defense class proportions (one of the good self-defense classes, not the ones where they just tell you buy a can of mace and a taser) with the giant soul-patched suit-and-suspenders villain and his touchy-feely secretary. The bad guys are beaten, the daughter is cured and the globe avoids one more onslaught of the ex-dead. Squeeze that pillow Uncle Anubis gave you (of that guy with Elephantitus of the Testicles) a little tighter tonight kids.

This short is aimed at the same type of people who also made it: the guys and gals who understand and embrace the overflow of shredded cheddar drowning the cinematic tacos being exported out of Mexico circa the 1970s. It's all shot on very raw looking 16mm film stock; the costumes for the cyborg, mummy and zombies could be called "tortilla chic" they're so corny; and the whole thing's been dubbed... even though everybody's already speaking their lines in English. Though this last one could easily be excused as the crew trying to save some audio budget by filming in the deaf and just tossing on voice-overs later, either way it adds to the comedy. Though the choreography is amateur, the fight scenes are actually pretty well done, either because the cast know what they're doing or the director knows how to shoot it, either way at least one party's doing their job right. Finally, the soundtrack is the icing on the cake. A mix of sythesizer, beat box, whistling and various sounds, it all feels low tech but "Mexploitation" (Mexican exploitation) enough to melt along with the movie about as perfectly as a soundtrack could. In the end it's all simple, goofy fun, so be prepared for sych if you're gonna watch it, cuz I don't wanna get any hate mail about promoting this movie as the next Dead Alive or some shit. It won't end well... for you.