Roberto Montero and Albert Viola's addition to the Mondo genre is given an undeserved gravitas by the narration of horror icon Boris Karloff. Boris does a sterling job as the camera roves around the globe, always arriving just in time for a bizarre ritual or two.
As with many of the first wave of Mondos, Balordo seems fairly tame nowadays, animal atrocities notwithstanding. Dancing dwarves, clubs for transvestites and lady wrestlers fail to shock the jaded audiences of today and Balordo now seems a rather quaint period piece. The usual jaunty soundtrack features, and an Italian guy who believes himself to be Rudolph Valentino reincarnated is worth the price of admission alone.
Bianchi had already directed exemplars of restraint such as Universo Proibito and Sexy Nudo, which set the slightly tacky tone that oozes from the screen.