I'm not really sure what the filmmakers were thinking when they made "Prehistoric Women". Was it a latter-day male fantasy movie? Was it intended as a feminist drama? Did the screenwriter like brunettes more than blondes? Whatever the motivation, you really must watch the film to believe what I'm about to write. A great white hunter in Africa (David, played by Michael Latimer) gets lost and blunders into a female civilization in which brunettes have enslaved blondes. I mean, they really have. The brunette queen Kari is none other than Martine Beswick. When David rejects her advances, he's thrown into a dungeon with enslaved and shackled males who perform menial chores. While there, David meets an old slave (Dido Plumb) who shows him the ropes while being mercilessly beaten by sadistic male guards. There are lots of ceremonial native dances, a bizarre marriage ritual involving a white rhinoceros, and much inane dialogue before the men are fed up and finally decide to revolt. After much cartoonish violence (none of it very convincing) the evil queen is impaled on the white rhino's horn, after which David eventually returns to his hunting party and experiences a very predictable twist ending.The interactions between Latimer and Beswick, and especially between Latimer and Plumb are the highlights of the movie. Some of the most laughable scenes ever committed to film occur in the dungeon and during the female tribe's rituals. One of the best lines: David (after watching a dungeon guard beat the old slave): "He hates you! Why?" Old slave: "The man he used to hate died last week." The scene in which the old slave's shackles are removed after 50 years are especially amusing, since Plumb asks "Are we free?" several times before dropping dead. It's impossible not to laugh when you hear dialogue like that.Depending on your taste for bad cinema, "Prehistoric Women" will either leave you shaking your head or make you laugh during the entire movie. I laughed like a hyena, and I think you will too.

I was not impressed. I enjoy Amazon themed films and what guy doesn't enjoy watching dozens of nubile young blondes dancing around a campfire? But in this case the film lacks any substance whatsoever. The lead character is a guy named David (Michael Latimer) who is supposed to be an African big game hunter but instead he is the one who gets caught by a tribe of hot lusty women.So boy meets girl, or should I say boy meets two girls. One blonde slave girl, and one brunette princess who wants to shag our male hero David. There is absolutely no good action or thriller scenes in this film. I thought the amount of time wasted on a variety of tribal dance scenes that went on way too long wasted almost one third of the entire film which made the film even more boring if that was even possible.I give it a higher than deserved 3 out of 10 rating because of the blonde slave girls who were hot and abundant, but other than that you could get the same thrill out of scanning through a few pages of some old National Geographic magazines.

"Prehistoric Women" is a terrible film and probably the worst thing to come from Hammer Studios. If there is worse, I don't know about it and I would appreciate for you to email me to set me straight! Unfortunately, it's a really bad movie but not necessarily an enjoyably bad film...but it comes rather close. It IS kitschy, silly and will make you wonder why they bothered making such a pile of crap in the first place. And, you know it is bad when it is willed with beautiful and sexy women...and it's STILL boring!When the film begins, a hunter (Michael Latimer) wanders into the territory of some very unfriendly natives. They capture him and toss him into the territory of some brunette savages that have perfectly coiffed hair, hot bodies, perfect English and an overwhelming desire to beat the crap out of the blonde women and have their way with the hunter. But David the hunter is an egalitarian sort of guy and doesn't want to have his way with the cruel brunette (Martine Beswick), even though she is smoking hot, because he is put off by the plight of the blondies. So, to punish him for not being a hot stud, they toss him into a cave with all their enslaved men and he helps to eventually lead a slave revolt. While the plot doesn't sound 100% dumb, it IS. The film is chock full of dancing...very, very bad dancing which I think was choreographed by a goat. And, the dialog is just god-awful and clichéd. Is there anything good about the film other than the generally beautiful women wearing loin cloths? No.

"Prehistoric Women" is the most endearing and lovable of Hammer Films' Cave Girls In Trouble films. I fell in love with it instantly during a late night creature feature screening at the age of 14 or so and pursued it for years before finally managing to tape it off cable. Now there are wonderful DVD releases of restored widescreen prints & home entertainment really never had it so good. It's garbage for sure but exquisite garbage, a kitschy sendup of Great White Hunter films that is so poker-faced that one is often tempted to conclude that Hammer was trying to be serious here.Mesmerizingly filmed on interior soundstages made up to look like what a juvenile might think a jungle resembles, the film packs the visual authority of a classic "Star Trek" episode with a plot more fitting for a Playboy magazine cartoon. It's fun, sexy, campy, never boring, and perhaps the ultimate (sic) Jungal Trash movie, where white Anglo types go to exotic jungle locations to have all sorts of fascinating adventures, while the natives carry the luggage.Martine Beswick may have found fame as a Bond girl ("From Russia With Love", "Thunderball") but her iconic image as a topless primal sex goddess rising from a dappled fake studio jungle pool will stick with me at least for the rest of my days. One might have wished that the movie had been made a couple years later so she could have turned to face the camera with her wonderful breasts, but half of the film's charm is that it was made during a different era. The tension between the juvenile sex fantasy it suggests and the need for staid British respectability (cough) adds to the fun.A word must be said about the slack-jawed, lunk-headed portrayal of the native population of wherever this film is supposedly set. It's not racist so much as ignorant, or rather accuracy and cultural sensitivity were not the objectives. Same goes for the misogyny and sexism of the movie, which is buffoonish and groan-inducing, but hey, the target audience was white European males between the ages of 12 and 75, or whenever men stop responding to suggestive fantasies about cavorting with blond slave girls or being dominated by mean, leggy, shapely brunettes. Hubba-Hubba.If you don't fall into that demographic you might want to try something else a bit more sober, or even better yet just down a couple of adult beverages & have fun laughing at the movie. And surprisingly there really isn't any content that goes beyond PG sensibilities and is actually wholesome enough for subversively twisted family entertainment. Just explain to the kids that it's a cartoon, really, and has about as much in common with the real world as a Three Stooges short. Great escapist guilty pleasure fun, and just as silly as it was in 1967. May it stay just as silly for another forty two years.7/10; Check out something called "Luana - The Lady Tarzan" for the Italians' take on the themes at work here. The two would make a marvelous double-bill for a kitsch film festival or DVD rental night.