The Dale Pierce short story, taken from the horror novel, Bullring, is vastly different from this no budget film though in spite of its flaws, may well be better than the story. If you can ignore the rotten camerawork and no budget level of production, then it isn't bad. The excessively long dream sequence also drags, but if you are watching it while drunk you can really get into this too in a sort of what is this fucking shit type of way.

There are some good points to this. The opening and closing titles, done with old bullfight clips off of 8mm movie film, give off a creepy effect. End Game, the title for the closing credits, sounds like somehting from Goblin.

Don Guillermo (Mr ???) has been unlucky enough to have his bullfighter son killed in the ring by a bull and his wife commit suicide in this tale. Afterward, he completely loses his mind and strikes out against those he blames for his son's death in the tradition of a Dr Phibes. In this film we see him lure an unsuspecting victim to his death, this time a writer named Carlos Sanchez.

The only question is why ?

What did this author, who admittedly never saw Don Guillermo's son perform live, have to do with the kid's fatal goring ?

This is shown at the end, when Don Guillermo explodes in all his psychotic fury.

The thing that makes an otherwise crappy low budget film like this work is the performance of Don Guillermo. For the bulk of the movie he is alone, except when confronting Carlos Sanchez, and when he sees the ghost of his dead wife. He is an eye rolling, leering, lisping, unkept, uncaring sicko who speaks to invisible friends, casually (you have to look closely) flicks a cigarette ash into a pot of boiling noodles, then prepares to eat it anyway, and lives in a house that would make Ed Gein look like Martha Stewart.

How could this slobbering psycho ever pull himself together long enough to set anyone up?

Yet he does, and that is the beauty of this movie which those looking at the varied flaws miss. Don Guillermo suddenly emerges, sitting on the sofa across from his soon-to-be victim, with his hair combed, casually smoking and talking like a normal person. He remains normal long enough to trick and trap his target. Here again, is another great moment you have to look closely to catch. As he motions Carlos Sanchez to the basement where he will be butchered, Don Guillermo flashes a slight, very quick grin, knowing he has managed to do what he has set out to do. That little grin is chilling.

Watching Don Guillermo is like watching two bears fuck in a zoo. You find it repulsive, yet funny and captivating. At least that is how I found it when I watched tow bears fuck in a cage a few years ago and that is how I found Museo Taurino.

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review � by Harold Metzger