Stylish but barely mediocre overall

Excellent film with a gripping story!

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

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

There is way to much of the original film in this movie for Prehistoric Women to be a sequel, in fact it is the original film told in flashback form with added footage and most of that are the scenes of the prehistoric women. If it's not a remake of sorts of the first film with a narrator and added footage, and it's not a sequel because it is the original film retold with added footage plus a narrator then maybe we could call this one simply another version of the story? If anyone wants to see the pretty cave-women type of film - Prehistoric Women is a film you might want to watch. You will have to fast-forward awhile because they are just past the middle of the film. They might be in the last 1/3 of the movie.2/10

The second time at bat Hollywood director, Peter Bogdanovich took a story written by Henry Ney and created a movie entitled " Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women. " Upon viewing it, try not to laugh too hard at the many fallacies and inaccuracies in the movie. The star of the movie is one time sex goddess Mamie Van Doren who turned many a males' heads in 1968. The story is of a dreamy eyed astronaut who joins a rescue ship to the Planet Venus. Upon landing they immediately destroy a flying reptile whom the primitive women worship as their god. Thereafter the men are plagued by incessant rain, volcanoes, lava and floods. The team never meet the prehistoric woman, clad only in Bell-bottom skin tight pants and sea-shell bras. However, they do hear their siren call and continue to seek their comrades with a poor man's idea of a robot as a space aid. The movie is low grade and originally made by the Russians and were it not for the hot previews which promised it was for adults only, few would have attended it. As it is, the film is recommended to anyone too board to sleep and wants to stay awake. **

I will not further detract from the content of film, as other reviewers here have done so more than adequately. There is nothing in this film to indicate that Bogdoanovich would someday produce anything worth watching. A word about the story: we're supposed to believe that prehistoric women were telepathic; clever trick avoid the actresses having to memorize or recite any lines.I will devote my further remarks to the recording and the DVD medium.My DVD says it is the output of Estree Hill Entertainment, copyright 2010 Penwick Group Ltd., serial no. 763799. B&W, English only, no subtitles, no special features, no trailers.My first criticism is the sound track: very poor. One channel only; mono I don't mind, but through both speakers, please. Moreover, there is incessant noise in the background: rushing waves, crashing breakers on the shore, roaring rocket engines, beeping- whizzing-whirring machinery, howling wind--it is nervy and often obscures the dialog. Subtitles would have helped.Second criticism: the source film was badly scratched and blistered, none of which was 'digitally remastered' (not that I would have expected anyone to go to the trouble). I have seen better- preserved films from the 1930s.Third, many of the spliced-in shots of the Venusian mermaids were over- or under-exposed. Amateurish is the word.Don't pay more than a buck for this at a rummage sale. Maybe it looks better after three joints.

Well... where to begin? Any remarks about the bulk of this film's content, i've already made in my review for "Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet", for in true no-budget tradition, Roger Corman and chums basically rereleased the same movie (which was in itself a redubbed cannibalisation of the Russian space opera "Storm Planet"), with some newly-shot additional footage.This new stuff entirely concerns the titular (in every sense!) women, the scrumptious Mamie Van Doren and assorted other leggy lovelies, lounging around the rocky shores of Venus in shell bikinis, eating raw fish, and emitting a curiously familiar siren song. If i were in a kinder - or drunker - mood, i might try to compare the way in which this film occurs 'in the wings' of the earlier movie to Stoppard's "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead". But i won't, for that way lies madness.This was all enjoyable enough, if very familiar apart from the half-baked clam-shelled clambake. However, i became unduly concerned towards the films conclusion when Ms. Van Doren psychically told her telepathic friends that their heretofore deity, the great dinosaur god Ptera, was no longer good enough, because "there is a greater god!". As they hurled stones and tore down their effigy of the late pteranodon lord, i got a sinking feeling. Surely brief exposure to human (Russian dubbed-as-American) spacemen hadn't suddenly converted the Venusians to the Judeo-Christian god? The idea of them "seeing the error of their ways" and becoming merely spaceborne Americans had me groaning internally. If they were to suddenly convert to an Earth religion, why not Buddhism, or Shintoism? Or, indeed, any at all?I need not have worried. As they pulled the magma-petrified remains of John the Robot from the mud and set him up as a shrine, i began to smile. One god's as good as another, after all. As another spaceborne robot, Marvin the Paranoid Android, said at the end of "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish":'You know... i think i'm quite happy about that'.