A lame outing from Hammer that not only revisits the well they have been to on more than one previous occasion (with the likes of She and One Million Years B.C.) but crams the material into the kind of story any young pre-teenage boy could have written. Though they would have included some actual dinosaurs to add excitement.
The ridiculous plot sees a jungle guide (played by the bland Michael
Latimer) seized by a tribe and readied for sacrifice to some white
rhinoceros god. As things are about to get very, very bleak for the man
it's fortunate that he instead ends up randomly transported through
time to an age when one woman ruled all and men were their slaves. The
woman, played by the beautiful Martine Beswick, stays in control while
her maltreated subjects (including Edith Ronay) start to hatch a
Michael Carreras directs with no enthusiasm for his own, lame script
and the only redeeming thing that the movie has to offer is the sight of
fine women in fur bikinis. Yes, it's a completely shallow way of
looking at the film but, believe me, it's also the best way. Beswick and Ronay certainly give more to the material than it deserves.
It's not dull, and there are a couple of surprisingly passionate tribal
dance sequences, but it's really not worth bothering about unless you're
a Hammer completist or a fan of the women on screen (and poor, sad
wretch that I am . . . . I like to think of myself as both).