Jane and the Lost City

Patterned after the book by H. Rider Haggard "King Salomon's Mines" follows along the lines of the original first 3 films but this one has used a comedic theme to help it along ... i found jane to be plenty erotic enough for heroine and defender of god and country ... i had a feww good laughs

My introduction to the WWII character Jane was with the early '80s BBC TV series, which combined live action with drawings to create a retro comic-book style. The overall effect was kinda cheap, but it did feature sexy Glynis Barber in her silky underwear, so all was not lost. Jane and the Lost City dispenses with the stylised visuals, but retains the overall comic-book atmosphere, with preposterous adventure, OTT characters and deliberately corny jokes. Barber doesn't reprise her role, Jane played on this occasion by the also rather attractive Kirsten Hughes (who frequently flashes her gusset, bares her butt, and exposes her cleavage).

It's a good job that Hughes is so appealing, because without her pleasing physical attributes, Jane and the Lost City would be quite unbearable. I get that the film is deliberately camp, but it simply isn't very funny, with some truly terrible performances, Sam Jones making for a wooden hero, and TV 'funny-man' Jasper Carrott failing to launch a career on the big screen by playing three characters, all of them badly. It mightn't have been such a disaster if they had upped the adventure angle, but the budget was clearly too tight for any impressive Indiana Jones-style cliffhanger escapades. What we get is less Raiders of the Lost Ark and more Allan Quartermain and the Lost City of Gold (trust me, that's not a good thing).

3/10 for Hughes in her underwear, plus an extra point for Fritz the Dachshund - I'm a sucker for a sausage dog.

A dazzling performance from director, Terry Marcel.

What could be called, "A demonstration of GENIUS", this will thrill all viewers regardless.

Excellent.

10/10 from Paco.

The idea of the pin-up poster was never a bad thing. It was very helpful for the morale of homesick soldiers, stuck on the front lines, fighting for their lives, during WWII. Jane grew out of that era and was the creation of a British author. She too was created to help morale during the terrors of WWII and even the wars that followed that. We flash to 1987 and British filmmakers, along with New World Pictures, decide to reboot Jane, with this really bad effort. In Jane and the Lost City (1987), Jane (Kirsten Hughes), is basically working for the British government, helping her friend, the Colonel (Robin Bailey), protect diamonds from the bad-guys. Jane's super-power is her clothes fall off, just in time, which distracts enemies (and sometimes friends, if need be), until she is able to escape or attempt to apprehend them. It's not dirty. It's not in poor taste. Jane and the Lost City (1987), has a PG rating, so that tells you that there is nothing to fear about the pin-up nature of this IP. It's everything else in Jane and the Lost City (1987), that makes it bad. I wanted to rate this film, even lower than, a "4", but in my book, any film rated less than four is unwatchable and I want people to see Jane and the Lost City (1987), in order to believe it, so I stayed at "4". You won't.

PMTM Grade: 4.0 (F+) = 4 IMDB.

Anybody unfamiliar with British comic strips of the 40s and 50s might find this movie trite and contrived, but that was the way the strips played. Lost cities, buried treasure, wicked Eurotrash countesses, etc. etc., all of the usual comic strip clichés are here. The movie's creators worked hard and generally succeeded in capturing the original strip's silly tone and obvious contrivances - Jane loses her dress about every other scene and has to cavort about in embarrassment in her lingerie, and her hunky Jungle Jack boyfriend gets hit on the head or chained to a wall and needs rescuing by his distaff partner almost as often. The cast play the silly lines and sight gags with appropriately straight faces, and the result is a fairly obvious but entertaining comedy of an older fashion, rather like a vintage Carry On movie but in color.