La momia azteca contra el robot humano

... although the more surreal aspects of this movie might slip by them. I can imagine a theater full of Mexican kids forty years ago just loving this stuff. The production level is on a par with the lesser Saturday Matinée serials of the 40s and 50s, and much of the film is footage from an earlier Aztec mummy film used as flashback, but what the hell. My favorite scene: the villain and two henchmen are stopped in a cemetery by the night watchman who holds them at gunpoint --- and proceeds to stand there doing nothing while one of the goons, in plain sight, calmly walks around behind him and conks him cold with a blackjack. The mind reels! Later on the poor chump gets fried by the radioactive clampers of the titular robot and runs screaming into the night, smoke pouring from the blanket draped over his shoulders, while the camera holds on him for an impossibly long time. A grungy black and white acid trip of a movie.