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You really have to be a 50s B movie sci-fi/horror aficionado to fully appreciate this movie. The plot is poor, and the scenes a bit choppy. The horror in this movie is nothing in comparison to the movies of today. You won't see any blood or gore here. The monster is an odd looking plant that shakes it's limbs a lot. You don't actually see it devouring it's prey. This absurd looking creature is great. It's one of the funniest looking things that ever attempted to scare a movie audience. The terror of the 50s has mellowed a bit over the years. Its not so scary anymore but still holds it's own when pitted against other similar movies. It probably did it's job of scaring people well in it's own day. There are also a couple scenes that were supposed to be sexually suggestive and a bit racy back then but by today's standards it's pretty tame stuff. I was really surprised with "Womaneater". Although somewhat dated, it's still an entertaining movie. You have to remember that this is the 50s. This film is a classic example of that genre in the British style, which in this case, is almost undistinguishable from the American films. Some of the scenes will bring an unintentional smile to your face. Intended shock may produce a laugh. This is fun stuff. Lighten up, relax and enjoy the film. I think "Womaneater is very under rated and should be right up there with some of the other better known B monster movies of the 1950s. If 50s B monster movies are your thing, take a look at "Womaneater". You won't regret it.

On an expedition to a remote part of South America, Doctor Moran (George Coulouris) discovers a savage tribe who worship a carnivorous plant that feasts solely on young, beautiful, curvaceous women. No 'plain Janes', oldies, uglies, skinnies or fatties for this lean, green killing machine: it's only interested in attractive babes with impressive curves (quite how the plant has developed this discerning attitude towards its food is never explained).

Having devoured it's prey, the plant produces a liquid that can purportedly restore life to the dead, something that greatly interests the doctor, who arranges for the ravenous shrub to be transported back to his home in England, along with one of the tribesmen, Tanga (Jimmy Vaughn), to help him with his work (quite how Moran came to this arrangement with the bloodthirsty natives is also never explained). Luring women back to his secure, basement laboratory, Moran sets about feeding the plant in an effort to create enough of the sap to revive the dead.

Womaneater is made of the stuff that monster B-movie fans live for: there's the mad scientist with his creepy ethnic assistant, a ropey old tree creature with flailing limbs and tentacles, a bevy of buxom beauties in skimpy sacrificial robes, a pneumatic blonde heroine (sexy ex-funfair worker Sally, played by Vera Day), and a brave but chauvinistic mechanic hero, Jack Venner (Peter Wayn). As one might expect from a low budget '50s B-movie, the film is no Oscar winner, but what it lacks in logic or technical merit it sure makes up for in cheeze 'n' sleaze, with big helpings of both being served up by director Charles Saunders.

The shonky monster is guaranteed to illicit more laughs than screams, as will the sight of Tanga in his adult-sized nappy banging the bongos; the seedier content includes Moran prowling the streets and bars of London for suitable victims and his misogynistic treatment of devoted ex-lover/housekeeper Margaret (Joyce Gregg).

There's also an unexpectedly tacky moment when Sally helps Jack to fix a car: while Jack is in the foot-well, he eyes up Sally's impressive breasts (her '50s torpedo chest blatantly occupying the foreground), after which he rudely berates her for her inability to follow simple instructions. Considering how he has just asked her to marry him, the scene leaves the viewer wondering just how badly he might abuse her once the ring is actually on her finger.

A fun finalé adds even more sleaziness, with sexy Sally narrowly avoiding becoming a meal for the monstrous weed, but not before her blouse has been torn to give viewers a tantalising glimpse of her bra (this being 1958, I imagine that's all audiences needed to get hot and flustered!).

7.5 out of 10, rounded up to 8 for the very lovely Vera Day as Sally.

WOMANEATER stars George Coulouris (THE SKULL) as Dr. Moran, who travels from London, England to the jungles of the Amazon in search of the titular greenery. Years later, Moran has the fiendish foliage in his dungeon / laboratory, along with a smiling, wild-eyed bongo player! Together, they make Moran's dreams of ultimate misogyny come true!

Soon enough, the local female population decreases, while Moran's unpleasant plant keeps waving its many limbs. Not-so surprisingly, Moran has more than just woman-eating in mind, and the digested juice of his topiary's victims is the key to his diabolical plot!

WOMANEATER keeps its horror short and sweet, at just a skosh over an hour in length. Coulouris is perfectly hateful in his inhuman role. The monster is effective enough, especially considering the low budget. Somewhere, in someone's garage perhaps, it still waves those rubbery limbs...

For those of you wondering whether Pittsburgh-born beauty Marpessa Dawn ever made another film besides 1959's classic "Black Orpheus," here is your answer. She appeared two years earlier, as an Amazonian native at the opening of "Womaneater," being sacrificed to a carnivorous tree. That tree is stolen by English scientist George Coulouris, who finds it necessary to keep this houseplant well fed with curvaceous lassies in order to harvest the tree's life-giving sap. Things get a bit complicated, however, when he falls in love with his new housekeeper, Vera Day... This picture is certainly pretty bad, objectively speaking, but I've gotta tell you, I've seen a lot worse. The film looks like it cost around 200 pounds to make (although it probably cost twice as much!), and has a tawdry, sleazy aura hanging over it, but the acting isn't all that atrocious, the script doesn't waste our time with unnecessaries (the whole thing is a scant 70 minutes long), and Vera Day, almost looking here like a poor man's Anne Francis, is pretty good as the bird in distress. The killer plant itself is certainly nowhere near as scary as those apple trees in "The Wizard of Oz," however. IMDb viewers looking for a better killer-plant flick should investigate "Day of the Triffids" (1963); even the hilarious 1960 "Little Shop of Horrors" offers more shocks and entertainment value. "Womaneater" (you've gotta love that title!) is decidedly a bargain basement affair; I suppose the producer's name, Guido Coen (!), should have tipped me off. And speaking of tips, potential viewers should know that this picture DOES offer two salient high points: Vera Day looks absolutely smashing in her 1950s-style bullet bra!

I'd not even heard of this little horror flick before, however, my interest was piqued at the story's outline. An explorer and professor come across an ancient tribe who have the power to resurrect the dead. All they have to do is give a living female sacrifice to their juju; an alien looking tree. Once devoured the tree produces a serum to reanimate lifeless corpses. Doctor Moran (Coulouris) sees the wealth a drug of this nature could bring him. He takes the tree and the shaman back to his house in a rural English village where he begins to sacrifice women to the plant...

There are a few things that I really liked about this story. Dr Moran's character for starters. This man is driven and used to getting his way. He even lets his ex-wife stay with him so she can clean and look after his house. She loves him, but to him, she's served her purpose in that area so he moves her into another productive role. This is cold, calculating, and logical - maybe he's a Vulcan. The other is the idea of the plant. There are lots of plants out in the world being used in medicines and we are still learning about their uses. So why not a resurrection plant(?)

The acting is top notch and makes this film an enjoyable view. Coulouris is perfect as the driven "Mad Scientist". Though his missus, Mrs Santor (portrayed by Joyce Gregg), can give him a run for his money in the coldness race. I think she'd be right at home running a sweatshop. This coupled with the lovers, Jack (Wayn) and Sally (Day) give a good representation of light and shade, good and evil, normal and abnormal.

Though the story isn't too original in its scares, there's one thing about it I really did love. Sally, while working for Dr Moran, begins to feel as though there's something wrong going on in the house... so she tells Jack about it and they both decide it would be better if she leaves... "What!" you say, "she doesn't decide to search the house?" Well, no she doesn't... but she doesn't quite get away either. There's no "Let's Go Die" march in this film.

If you like your macabre this is the film for you. Though there's nothing too scary the concept is good and the acting and story will keep you entertained. For all horror fans out there.