A great movie, one of the best of this year. There was a bit of confusion at one point in the plot, but nothing serious.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

The premise of a lost city of Amazon women who keep only one captured male alive as their "walking sperm bank" had some potential for interest, but not even the considerable manly charms of actor Don Taylor can save this crop of jungle corn. The Amazon women wear a kind of "Mother Hubbard" style jumper typical of the 50's and many of them are far from alluring. Their green-painted faces don't help much, either. The overall feel of the film is one of adventure, but what dramatic tension it manages to summon is thoroughly dissipated by the frequent lame attempts at humor. Mr. Taylor fares much better in a reversed situation in "The Girls of Pleasure Island", in which he is one of 1500 men competing for one of three nubile girls. If you like this theme, Bill Maher's comic "Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death" is strikingly similar and may provide a few more genuine laughs.

It has been forty years since I saw this film. Then I was an early adolescent with raging hormones perhaps caused by the film. The women in this adventure-like film are not "Amazons" but rather typical of late 50's Hollywood. The plot was transparent but still interesting. The set and the color made this a good "B" movie.