This film begins with an Army pilot named "Captain Steve Holloway" (Mikel Conrad) undergoing treatment in a hospital after suffering from a head injury which has affected his memory. As it so happens his bomber was hit by Japanese flak and he and his crew were subsequently forced to ditch the plane somewhere in the Pacific. After drifting in a life raft for 8 days they finally come upon an uncharted island where they are taken prisoner by a small party of native women back to their camp. At first the high priestess named "Sandra" (Doris Merrick) wants to have them killed. However, after much dancing and deliberation the rest of the women convince her to have the men mate with them instead. Unfortunately, this idea doesn't appeal to Sandra who unties them and forces them into the wilderness where they encounter all sorts of dangerous prehistoric animals and flesh-eating plants—and it's then that things become even more hazardous for everyone concerned. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that this was a rather low-quality B-movie from the 50's which suffered from substandard acting and an even worse script. Likewise, although the special effects weren't that bad for this particular time-period, it should be noted that much of it was acquired directly from a previous film "One Million B.C." which diminishes my regard for the imagination and talent of those involved in producing it even more in my view. That said, I don't consider this to be a very good film and I have rated it accordingly. Below average.

There's something rotten in the South Pacific, and it ain't Bloody Mary's teeth. One of the truly laughable movies of the 1950's yet not worth a cult following, this is truly a stinker. Man-hating women imprison fighters in World War II stranded on Druid Island, lost from.civilization for millennium yet complete with modern hairstyles and an uncanny ability to reproduce more women without a man around, at least one that lived to tell about it. Stock footage from One Million Years B.C. adds pre-historic creatures that are obviously enlarged mammals you'd see on a zoo, skewed to look creepy. These creatures give better performances than any of the human actors who were obviously reading cue cards. Actually, the male actors are reading the lines more realistically while the females are very one note in how they recite their lines. The explanation of how the women decide to free the men is pretty lame, although the leader of the Druids seems to know the dangers they might face. When one of the men is attacked by a supposed flesh eating plant, it actually appears to be two newspapers smacked over his face to emulate the obviously phony monster.The giant Jaramillo monster is perhaps the silliest looking of the critters, while what is supposed to be a dinosaur like critter is nothing more than a harmless gecko. The camera on the newly filmed footage moves at odd speeds at times, giving an impression of intended fast action. Stock footage of the volcano exploding is great, but I wanted to yell at the stupid characters, If the falling rocks don't get you, the lava will! Also laughable are "The hairy men" who look like residents of Dogpatch more than cavemen.If the film makes any point, it is the message that any female rib society will instantly collapse when men appear out of nowhere because no matter what their feminist leaders say, the others will ultimately be controlled by their hormones.

Untamed Women has pilot Mikel Conrad who has spent time on a rubber raft being rescued and is now in the hospital. He and his crew have crashed in the Pacific (I think because the film isn't real specific) laying in the bed totally mute and in shock. Dr. Lyle Talbot administers some sodium pentathol and Conrad like Ishmael tells his tale.After sinking an enemy cruiser, the bomber is hit with flak and has to ditch in the ocean. The crew bails out and eventually four of them reach an uncharted island that the mapmakers missed.The uncharted island was really losing currency at this time. There just aren't any of those in the Atlantic and in the Pacific during World War II, the Americans and the Japanese probably charted everything that was left, but I digress.Once on the island Conrad and his crew run into all kinds of things, a tribe of Neanderthals who need some women because these guys definitely haven't had their itches scratched in like forever, a tribe of Amazons who are descended from Druids scattered to the four winds after the invasion of Britain by the Romans, a volcano everybody worships and for good measure some prehistoric beasts thrown in courtesy of One Million BC. I think you can figure out the rest of the plot with these elements.The movie leaves this location purposely vague. At one point the usual guy from Brooklyn who pops up in all war movies says that if they get back on the ocean the enemy might pick them up and they'll spend the rest of the war in a concentration camp eating raw fish and rice. Clues that these guys could be in either theater.These Amazons are without men because the Neanderthals have killed them all off in previous raids. They like what they see in this stranded bomber crew who speak so foreign, but want to make sure they're not with the Neanderthals. As for their looks, in those animal skins with Fifties styled hairdos, they look like a line that any Las Vegas club would be proud to have.Untamed Women just goes to show that Ed Wood did not direct all the bad movies from this era.

You would be hard-pressed to come up with a movie dumber and duller than "Untamed Women". It clocks in at barely more than an hour, and a significant chunk of it is simply padding with stock footage; but in spite of its sensational premise (four WWII Air Force crewmen are stranded on a deserted tropical isle with a tribe of mateless women), it drags on endlessly and never manages to generate even the slightest bit of interest or credibility. The "Untamed Women" have modern 50s suburban hairstyles and makeup, are plain and uncharismatic (they can't "act" at all, of course), have no muscle tone, are forced to mouth an unconvincing and unintentionally hilarious mix of Elizabethan English and pseudo-Shakespeare, and generally generate less erotic interest than the JC Penny lingerie catalog. The worst of the lot (because she is on camera more than the rest) is high priestess "Sandra", who couldn't read a line believably at gun point and couldn't "die" convincingly on camera if you actually shot her. (Not that I am suggesting anyone should. Bad performances are not a capital crime.) The men aren't much better, although some of the fault lies in the ham-handed clichés of the screenplay. Quite early in the movie I began to hope that the comic relief guy (from "Brooklyn", of course) would fall into a volcano as soon as possible. His role (and performance) was even worse than Sid Melton's similar role in "Lost Continent.") I didn't think that was possible, but the actor,director, and screenplay managed to top Sid in almost every way. Um, does this call for a "Bravo" or a Bronx cheer? Also memorably awful were the, um, "battle" sequences where the heroes battled the "Hairy Men", i.e. shot them. The Hairy Men are notable for their complete lack of energy or interest in the proceedings; they fight as though their limbs are made of wet noodles,and when they get "shot", they fall down as if struck by narcolepsy. One other sign of a really shoddy budget screenplay is the way the movie ends; the whole tribe of women perishes "off camera" as the movie shows stock footage of a rock slide and a volcano eruption.So do their tormentors, the "Hairy Men". It's pretty obvious that the director either lost interest or ran out of money and just decided to pretend he'd resolved the plot with a deus-ex-machina ending that wasn't justified by anything that had come before. Lyle Talbot is in here in a small part in the scenes that bookend the movie,and he gives his usual sturdy, dependable performance. It only makes the rest of the movie worse by comparison.