On February the 5th ( so sorry Santo, better late than never!) Rodolfo Guzmán Huerta, el Enmascarado de Plata died 27 years ago.
But what is so special about a guy who wears turtlenecks, fights against sorry looking monsters and stars in downright silly and tatty low budget movies?
Well, he is the epitome of the populace's dreams and hopes. He always saved the day and rescued the damsels in distress using cutting edge James Bond-esque technology, and never failed to kick the baddie's arse. He was a flesh and bone super hero that, unlike Batman or Superman, you could actually go see fighting live at the Arena Mexico's ring.
It is fair to say that his silver mask became a fetish to all his followers. For them, it symbolizes occult qualities, mysterious agencies but most importantly it is a token of justice for the common man.
Long live the legend of El Santo.
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Tuesday, 15 February 2011
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