jefffisher65-708-541158 Prehistoric Women is easily one of Hammer films worst efforts quality-wise, but since it's really an excuse to simply show off as many sexy, fur-bikini clad beauties as possible, who cares? No doubt it would help if one could have seen this on the big screen, around age 14 or so.In summary, hero David Marchand(Michael Latimere) is captured by tribesmen(apparently in British-controlled Africa somewhere), and is about to be slain when he's transported to the lost world of the brunette and blonde Amazons presumably by a lightning strike. The brunettes are led by remarkably evil Queen Kari(the remarkably sexy Martine Beswick), who unfortunately is exceptionally cruel a ruler - the brunettes hold all the blonde's in slavery having once been their slaves, if memory serves correctly. There does not seem to be a great many males left; what there are are kept in a cavern-prison chained up save, I assume, for the lucky few chosen for breeding stock from time to time.Our hero falls for blonde slave girl Saria(Edna Ronay), although he somehow resists the very evident charms of Queen Kari, who wishes him for her own(subservient) mate. He resists her, though, making one wonder seriously about his hormone levels, and is tossed into said-dungeon. Predictably, a slave revolt happens aided by a mass-escape of the surviving men. The tribe's White Rhino God appears during the mayhem at the climax, which leads to unfortunate results for Queen Kari when she tries to bow down to the beast.Somehow, David Marchand finds himself back in then-modern times, and - surprise - a blonde beauty he meets at a train depot is Saria!(or her reincarnation?) Many plot elements are not very clear as others have noted with glee, so one is never sure exactly what has really happened to Marchand. Of course, one imagines this film wasn't meant to be taken terribly seriously at all, but it would be fun to see the restored version if that is what's now available on disc. I rate this six stars simply for the display of beauty on hand, not for any intrinsic filmatic qualities. I shouldn't be surprised if many dark-haired ladies who somehow happen to view this cult film enjoy(maybe secretly) seeing the blonde's endure such rough treatment, though...

phillindholm And so will yours-for decent entertainment,if you make it all the way through this tripe. Made by Hammer Studios, the once-legendary specialists in literate horror films, ''Prehistoric Women'' (aka ''Slave Girls'') features Michael Latimer as David Marchant, a Great White Hunter who, chasing a wounded Leopard, runs afoul of a group of hostile natives who sentence him to death for disturbing their Kingdom. But, as Fate, or the screenwriters would have it, he suddenly finds himself thrust back in time to yet another Kingdom where Brunette women have enslaved all the Blondes they can get their whips on. The reasons for this are too silly to go into, but one involves the worship of a White Rhino, which is also The God of another tribe of warriors called the ''Devils Of Darkness''. Anyway, the Brunettes are headed by the beautiful but cruel Queen Kari (Martine Beswick) who takes an immediate fancy to Marchant. Alas, he has fallen in love with Blonde slave Saria (Edina Ronay) who eventually convinces him to lead the female (and a few ancient male) slaves in a revolution. So goes the ''plot''. The film is beautifully photographed in color and CinemaScope on sets left over from Hammer's remake of ''One Million Years B.C''. The acting (especially by the incredibly sensuous Beswick)is not bad,and the women, both Blonde and Brunette are easy on the eyes. But the pacing is excruciatingly slow, the story dull, and the only moments of true entertainment come from a Command Performance by the Blondes who Dance nightly for the Queen's Dinner Show.Oh yes, and the appearance of the plastic White Rhino at the climax. The musical score sounds as if it was written for a 60's Bible Spectacle, and there is virtually no direction by Michael Carreras. This sat on the shelf for two years in it's Native England, before Hammer released it (shorn of at least 16 minutes) as a second feature, while in the not-so-lucky U.S, it showed up in 1967 supported by another Hammer production, the infinitely superior ''The Witches'' retitled ''The Devil's Own'' here. Both are available on very impressive dvds, but ''Prehistoric Women'' is best left to Pre-History.

ferbs54 A goofy Hammer movie whose sole raison d'etre seems to be to disprove the old adage that blondes have more fun, "Prehistoric Women" (1967) certainly did have me laffing out loud. In it, great white hunter David Marchant (unconvincingly portrayed by pretty boy Michael Latimer) is captured by Aftrican tribesmen for hunting on their lands. One lightning stroke later, Marchant finds himself in a land where brunette women rule, where hotty blondes are slaves, and in which Queen Kari (Martine Beswick) rules over all in the service of the white rhinoceros god. We never exactly find out whether or not Marchant has been zapped back in time, or whether he is in present-day Africa, or is dreaming. Maybe he's hallucinating with a bad case of dengue fever! By the end of this picture, I promise you, you'll be too brain dead to care. The film is as campy as can be--almost on a par with "Cobra Woman" (1944)!--with loads of priceless dialogue and situations. The natives' singing and dancing routines will surely have you howling! The only real special effect to speak of is Martine's abdomen; her superflat tummy looks like the result of 50,000 grueling sit-ups! Actually, Beswick is remarkably sexy in her regal role, and the picture drags whenever she's not on screen. A preposterous back story doesn't help matters either. My main man H. Rider Haggard, "the father of lost-race fiction," would flip in his grave if he ever saw this movie. Still, it's supposedly better than the 1950 American original. I can't even imagine...

Bucs1960 This film makes it perfectly clear that blondes do not have more fun! The evil brunettes of the ruling tribe in some unamed African country (on the back lot) take all the blondes in the country as slaves as well as all the available men. Leading this group of nasties is the wonderful Martine Beswick, a staple in Hammer films who has a beauty that resembles that of the even more wonderful Barbara Steele. Queen Martine periodically makes human sacrifices of the unfortunate blondes and generally rules with an iron fist(and a whip which she cracks with menace).Into this happy kingdom stumbles a white hunter who immediately falls in love with one of the blonde slave girls and decides to put a stop to all the nonsense. He does so with dispatch and Queen Martine goes to the happy hunting ground on the horn of the white rhino of the alternate title of this film (Slave Girls of the White Rhinoceros).The symbolism in this film is hilarious......the Queen stroking the rhino horn, the cracking whip....it smacks of bondage and domination. It just adds another dimension to an already insane film. It is so much fun that I had to give it a higher rating than it deserves.