This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

A brilliant film that helped define a genre

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

The 6th of Johnny Weissmuller's forays into Jungle Jim's khaki shorts proves to be a damp squib. It's low on ideas and crudely constructed by director William Berke. OK, lets not beat around the jungle bush, for the very young film fan there is more than enough here to keep them rooted to the sofa. From hilariously bad spider designs to recycled animal fights, there's no denying that young eyes can enjoy whilst feasting on their burgers. Hell, the plot even has some intelligence to it, even if it's a touch bonkers as drug lords seek to extract narcotic tinged glands from the Okongo, a half horse/zebra/antelope thingy that the makers have made up. But this is all told one of the weakest of the series and feels old hat as regards familiarity breeding contempt. 4/10

For this low budgeted film, the sixth in Columbia Pictures' Jungle Jim series, based upon a long-running comic strip of Alex Raymond, creator also of "Flash Gordon" and others, Jungle Jim (Johnny Weissmuller) is able to save an about to drown aircraft pilot, Ronald Cameron (William Henry) whose plane has crashed and sunk beneath a pond into which Jim is about to plunge. Cameron, who might not be the police inspector whom he claims to be, is tracking a missing biology professor who had been field researching an unique beast, the "okongo", that the script's pages describe as some type of hybrid between an antelope and a zebra. While local natives venerate this creature, "evil white" hunters plan to capture the entire herd because the okongo's digestive system transmutes, in some mysterious fashion, its favourite food plant into a powerful and, to be sure, potentially lucrative narcotic drug. These "evil whites" force the men of the local tribe to assist them in locating the okongos, leaving the tribeswomen to call upon Jungle Jim to stop the invaders from absconding with the entire host of the beasts. As champion of the females, Jim confronts numerous perils, from both human and animal adversaries. These include a savage fight to the death at close quarters with a leopard (utilizing footage with a stunt double used regularly for previously released Jungle Jim adventures), a struggle with a "giant desert spider" (obviously a garden hose garnished with palm fronds), and a group of the hostile white men to whom Jim is simply an inconvenience (although one spotlessly attired, whose clothing bears not the least sign of the brutal combat with the leopard, or of the ground-hugging opposition offered by the oversize spider, from which no living being could have reasonably been expected to escape). The film is shot in Southern California locations that bear scant resemblance to the scenario's purported African Congo. Nor does the assorted collection of Central Casting extras, comprised in the main of flabby Filipinos and Hispanics, match the expected appearance of indigenous Africans. These worthies, all barefoot, move with ever so much care through the locations' hard-rock strewn terrain during the course of the work's repetitive scenes of the varying characters who are tirelessly walking for no ostensible purpose. There is yet more for a viewer to chuckle over here: the okongos are only ponies stabled at Corriganville, an often used site for Western movies, and have stripes painted sloppily over their flanks; in order for Jim to be trusted by female members of the tribe, he must know the "tribal sign", and he of course does; his omnipresent pet chimpanzee, here named Kanga, in a clearly unplanned adaptation from the script, swings by way of vine, knocking Jim into a mud puddle, that is then labelled as "quicksand". There is a good deal more of such foolishness, but no advantage is to be gained by flogging a dead okongo for this haphazardly edited, listlessly directed affair that relies upon stock footage and scoring with the entire assemblage of players chasing each other about to no design during the movie's closing one quarter of an hour, or so.

Fury of the Congo (1951) * 1/2 (out of 4) Sixth film in the Columbia-Sam Katzman series has Jungle Jim (Johnny Weissmuller) trying to stop some drug dealers who are capturing horse-like animals whose glands can be turned into a strong drug. What Jim doesn't realize is that the man he trusts most is the one behind the scheme. FURY OF THE CONGO is pretty much what you'd expect from a Jungle Jim movie as we begin with some weird narration that sets everything up and that follows with countless bits of stock footage showing off the animals and then Jim enters the picture and of course he's normally swimming. It's clear that this series was aimed at the kids during a Saturday matinée and that's fine but when viewed today it's really hard to find anything good to say about the films. This one here is one of the weaker ones even though it actually does feature one of the more entertaining or at least interesting story lines. The idea of this zebra-horse crossbreed being used for drugs was an interesting idea that could have worked in another film but here it just leads to one boring sequence after another. Not only do the action scenes come off boring but they're also done extremely cheaply and look so poor that you often start to wonder if perhaps one of the chimps running around the set took a camera and started filming. There are also a few funny goofs in the film including one where Jim grabs a weed that's basically going to be used as a straw so that he can hide underwater and still be able to breathe. I'm not sure if Weissmuller just didn't realize how deep the water was or what but when he goes under he actually goes all the way under including bringing the breathing device under with him. As for the former Tarzan, he's pretty lifeless here but I guess at this point in his career he was just going by-the-numbers. The supporting cast includes Sherry Moreland and William Henry but neither bring much life to the screen nor does Lyle Talbot in his small role. The craziest sequence happens during a windstorm when a large spider attacks Jim. At first I thought this "spider" was just the top of some palm tree because that's exactly what it looks like. The scene is pretty funny because it's obvious this "spider" doesn't have very much movement and when it's supposed to be pulling Jim back, it's easy to see that Weissmuller is using his hands to move back. FURY OF THE CONGO is yet another poor film in this series, which today is mainly for those who enjoy bad movies.

I obtained a copy of Fury of the Congo from the same source as the Bomba movies I have.In this one, Jungle Jim, a native woman and another man who is pretending to be their friend and is actually a hunter go and track down a group of hunters who have kidnapped all the native men. These hunters are after a rare breed of horse, the Okongo and want the native men to help them to kill the Okongoes as they are a source of a kind of drug. During the expedition, Jim and his companions face several dangers including dust storms and, best of all, a giant desert spider. The hunters are captured at the end, some of them killed and the native men are reunited with their wives. The Okongoes are safe and well too.As always, Johnny Wiessmuller plays Jungle Jim and the rest of the cast includes Lyle Talbot and William Henry.Fury of the Kongo is worth a look at if you get the chance. Quite hard to get hold of.Rating: 3 stars out of 5.