Wild Women

Well, I will start with just why I give four stars. There are scenes with various wild animals in, trees and ?? That's as far as I can go. Now the movie, pretty bad really, over zealous acting and a class stereo typing (for its period) of tribal communities. Today it would (I believe wrongly) be called racist and a example of colonial control. I on the other hand feel it represents a part of movie history long consigned to the learning bin. It is however, another example of serious (for its period) sexism, not totally aimed, I feel, just at the female actors. Strange singing, dubious costumes and even worse, tan lines that are so bad even in black and white they are fully visible. To conclude, I recommend that if you are lost for something to do on a wet day, stick it out to the end.

An unintentional precurser to grindhouse and mondo movies of the 60s and 70s, this movie gave grandpa a chance to see exotic Africa and, better yet, good looking scantily clad ladies cavorting about. I give it a 6 rating because it is entertaining in its silliness and I think a movie like this has its place in film history.

Why so many of these films were made is obvious. It's a chance to put women in bikinis. They're cheap to make. And it panders to the sexual fantasy of men who want to be dominated and be submissive to women.

There's also the creepy racism. Africans get shown as primitive. But put white people in the jungle, even "primitive" ones, and they get shown as naturally dominant and superior.

This film was so cheap, its "African tribesmen" are dressed in western jean shorts with leather belts. One of its "Africans" was a white guy they didn't bother putting blackface makeup on.

The supposed primitive women have perfectly blow dried hair in 1950s hairstyles, some of them permed. Some are wearing obvious lipstick.

The jungle is obviously California. Nice oak and pine trees, buddy.

And they can't even decide if it's Africa or the Amazon. "Amazon" women but "African" tribesmen.

It's not bad in a fun way, just bad.

Over the years, I've seen a number of these "Primitive female tribe meeting civilized men" movies, and I have to confess that I am not a fan of them. I like the IDEA of these movies, because the idea promises that there will be a lot of campy unintentional humor. But for the most part I find them a slog to get through. "Bowanga Bowanga" (a.k.a. "Wild Women") didn't do anything to change my mind about these films.

For starters, I found this to be even cheaper and cruder than the usual cheap and crude nature of these movies. There is a TON of stock footage in the movie, and I suspect that the script was written AFTER the filmmakers got their hands on the stock footage and viewed it. The stock footage does show a couple of seconds of native African nudity (the only serious sexual aspect of the movie), and I admit I got a laugh that one stock footage clip showed a moose when the story is supposed to be taking place in Africa. But other than those two things, all the stock footage is just padding out a very thin story.

As for the women in this movie, it takes quite a long time to really get to them, aside from a few brief glimpses in the first part of the movie. And once we properly get to them, they turn out to be a really boring bunch of females. Their history - how they got to be their way, etc. - is never explained. Their dialogue is so garbled at times that it's hard to make out what they are saying. Their native customs (dancing, etc.) are boring as well.

One positive thing I can think about the movie - it's significantly shorter than other examples of its genre, so I was able to finish and put it in mind to forget about it quicker than usual. I'm already starting to forget it...

I'm hoping whoever was involved with this foolishness 60 years ago was just kidding. It takes "exploitation movie" to the outer limits. The outer limits of Africa, to be exact. There, a mysterious band of Amazon beauties frighten the bejeebies out of their neighboring tribes.

There's plenty of extraneous stock footage shot by some long-ago National Geographic safari tourists: I love that same hippo that floats by every few minutes in a river that is nowhere near the action taking place. There's also a curious chimp that is shown repeatedly watching something--I guess the Prehistoric women(?), as well as several other animals.

Some guy named Trent who, as a boy, saw a blonde siren up on a mountain, wants to find these ladies, and gets two other comic relief guys from Brooklyn to join in the quest.

The women are, like any women who have been cut off from civilization for generations, dressed in tailored leopard skin. They have their hair done in downtown Hollywood, carefully filed and polished nails, shave their arms and legs, and wear cool moccasins. Everybody has a spear and says, "huzzzzbennnndddd..." Also, the routine cat fights take place, and they worship something while dancing the Shake and Shimmy. How the Amazons got there in the first place is questioned, but never explained.

This is a must-see for anybody who wants to see a movie that makes you exclaim, "Did they really make a film like this?"