There are quite a few things wrong with Avenger X. Firstly, the film is too much of a travelogue. I like seeing images of people living the high life in exotic locations, but as background – not a main feature of the story. The next flaw is the story itself. The film is overly plotted to the point where we spend more time with three boring hoods than our titular hero. And most of the time, our hero isn’t being heroic – he appears to be soaking up the luxurious jetset atmosphere and not doing anything. After all, if there’s one thing you want to see a costumed hero (or villain for that matter) do, it is hit people. Mister X just doesn’t hit enough people, and when he does, it is poorly choreographed.

The skeleton costume looks a bit ludicrous, but even Glenn Danzig could never really pull a skeleton body stocking off. Within the context of the film, set in such a bizarre universe as the one inhabited by all the fumetti anti-heroes, we can quickly learn to accept the skeleton costume. Plus, as goofy as it looks, it’s also sort of awesome. I mean, he puts on a skeleton costume, throws daggers at people, steals from the Queen of England, and makes love to gorgeous Italian women. Truly, Kriminal leads THE LIFE.