Boring

Your blood may run cold, but you now find yourself pinioned to the story.

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

There is not a lot to be said about this film except that it really is one of the very worst films I have ever seen.Hammer had made some terrific films from the mid fifties until the mid sixties but by 1967 they were running out of steam and this cheap rubbish with a D List cast is one of their lowest points.The plot concerns some English hunter (Michael Latimer) who is on an expedition to the African Jungle who stumbles into some prehistoric time when this part of the world was run by a tribe of Brunette women in loin cloths - led by the redoubtable Martine Beswick. The Brunettes don't seem to do much except keep men slaves and watch loin cloth clad Blonde slaves dancing. This latter point might hint at some sort of sapphic sexiness but of that , perhaps mercifully, there is none and really there can be few films that achieve the dubious distinction of being able to make a film in which some very attractive women - including the lovely Edina Ronay and one time maid in Patrick McGoohan's The Prisoner Stephanie Randall- wear few clothes as sexy as my dirty shoes.In the end Latimer returns to the real world after some shenanigans with a white rhinoceros and is , in a twist everybody watching would have guessed, reunited with Ronay who is by now a fully dressed 'gal' on safari. There are some films which are so bad they can be quite funny- the Brides of Fu Manchu being one such- but this is a film that has no real redeeming features and it is hard to imagine anybody being satisfied by it on any level and stereotype black male characters are pretty borderline racially offensive. Still if rubbish is your thing this is the movie for you.

Hammer hokum about a hunter with high-waisted pants who finds himself in a jungle kingdom where pretty brunettes rule over pretty blondes (I kid you not). The brunettes' horny leader (Martine Beswick) takes a liking to him but he's more into blondes. Drama ensues. Cheesy Hammer 'lost world' film with a campy performance from sexy Martine Beswick. Love that seductive dance scene. It may seem tame by today's standards but I'm sure in the '60s a movie full of babes in fur bikinis was very titillating. Lots of unintentionally funny lines and situations. The very premise of brunettes enslaving blondes is laughable. It's no classic but it is goofy fun. Not the kind of movie you really can or should take seriously.

Michael Carreras directed this campy prehistoric film that stars Michael Latimer as African big game hunter David Marchant who is captured by a hostile tribe and taken to a temple guarded by a white rhino. A lightning bolt hits the temple, splitting a wall, which David runs through and into the past, where two rival, warring(and beautiful!) all-female tribes(one blonde, the other brunette) vie for his attentions, though the brunette Queen Kari(played by Martine Beswick) is particularly ruthless, and will stop at nothing to either possess David, or kill him... Silly film is nonetheless semi-watchable, and almost works as a guilty pleasure, though not a minute of it rings true!

What "Prehistoric Women" lacks above all is conviction: the backdrops look painted, the hairlines are too neat, the speech is too modern-sounding, the sets look stagy. The plot doesn't make a whole lot of sense (how exactly the "legend of the white rhinoceros" is tied to the rest of the story is never made entirely clear), Michael Latimer is a bland lead and the pace is padded with lots of tribal dancing. The new DVD version presents the movie in widescreen: you do win extra "information" on the sides of the picture, but on the other hand you lose what appear to be (in the full-screen trailers for the movie) some juicy closeups of Beswick's and Ronay's abs. (**)