Miss Robin Crusoe

It's 1659. Miss Robin Crusoe (Amanda Blake) gets stranded on a tropical island after losing her family when her ship sinks in a storm. She manages to fight off a lecherous crewman and pushes him off a cliff. She befriends a monkey and builds a tree top home. She rescues a native girl from being sacrificed by her tribe. She gives her the name Friday. The two women live comfortably in isolation until another shipwreck survivor Jonathan washes up onshore.

The first thing I noticed with this female castaway is that she has plenty of makeup but no fire. It's telling that the fire isn't shown until the man makes one. Here's the deal. I think people back in the day panned it for changing the gender of the role. There is definitely a lot of man-hating female empowerment which would be off-putting back then. It also whiplashes back which is just as off=putting. It struggles with its own gender agenda. For me, the bigger problem is the dated colonial views of the source material. In the end, it's better than expected but nothing to write home about. They should have gone full Tom Hanks' Cast Away but that's asking too much for this B-movie. At least, there are some scenes of nature and animals and wave lapping shores. The acting is somewhat bad and the writing is worst. It's interesting for pushing the gender envelope but it folds up that envelope just as quickly. The romantic melodrama is a matter of bad writing and chaotic story telling. It leaves Robin in a bad light. In the end, this is an interesting attempt but ultimately, a failure. It's also noteworthy that non of the writers or director is a woman. It's noticeable with the words coming out her mouth. The dialogue is generally clunky. I'm a sucker for Survivor but this has too many problems.

The classic Robinson Crusoe story is given a makeover with a role reversal in this cheaply shot B film.

It's Amanda Blake who went to sea in male drag that's the survivor of a shiowreck and stranded in a tropic island off Brazil in the 17th century. And as in the Daniel Defoe classic she rescues Rosalind Hayes, a tribal woman slated to be a sacridice to their Deity. She's less than thrilled with the honor.

Blake and Hayes live well on the island and there's more than a hint of lesbianism in the relationship. It all changes when hunky George Nader of the British navy also gets stranded.

This film should have a place of honor in the gay cinema. Sadly it looks like it was a dental floss budget that was available.

"Miss Robin Crusoe" is a film where the original story was reworked into a watchable but ultimately dopey movie. It begins with Robin (Amanda Blake) getting washed up on an unchartered island. Eventually, the place is invaded by evil savages and Robin fights them off...and rescues a native. Soon, she (expectedly) names her new acquisition 'Friday' and they have a pretty cool life together until a man (George Nader) arrives....and Friday and Robin distrust him and his motives.

Back in the day, getting the look right meant very little in films. Here, like many jungle films, they combine animals from Africa AND other continents (such as Australia). And, the same goes for the 'natives'--who don't look Polynesian or Melanesian....just like black American actors. It really was sloppy. They also have muskets that magically reload themselves in seconds (an actual one took at least 30 seconds...and only that quickly if the person was an expert).

Now as to the story...well, it was pretty silly and dumb. My advice is to see the much better Luis Buñuel version with Dan O'Herlihy...it's much closer to the book, less silly and less formulaic. Also, this 1954 version could easily be seen as a bit racist today....and with good reason. Overall, a silly and forgettable film.

Gender-switch version of Robinson Crusoe, with the roles of Crusoe and Friday played by women. Amanda Blake, of Gunsmoke fame, plays the lead. Rosalind Hayes plays Friday. Because this is the '50s and the main character is a woman, a man (George Nader) has to be introduced into the story. She has to have a beefcake love interest. I'm not even kidding. Once he shows up the entire point of the story becomes less about survival and more about romance. The whole thing is unconvincingly shot on sets and in Palos Verdes, California. They're clearly never on a tropical island. It is reasonably well-photographed, though. The best part about it is the Elmer Bernstein score, which is far better than a cheapie like this deserves. I'm a fan of castaway stories. I've read Dafoe's novel and seen several film adaptations of it. This isn't one of my favorites. It's worth watching for a B movie but don't expect much. Oh and how about our heroine's musket? Does she ever need to reload that thing or is it magic?

Extremely silly and tiresome, but the actors do try and the cinematography is vivid. It's not to be confused with Luis Bunuel's brilliant version, released a few months later.