Nabonga

A goofy, studio-bound melange of fisticuffs, stock footage and men in gorilla suits, atmospherically lit by Robert Cline.

Enjoyable for a late appearance by Fifi D'Orsay as Barton McLaine's saucy henchbabe (it's McLaine who sprains his ankle rather than D'Orsay) and the film debut in the title role of a provocative 18 year-old Julie London as the White Witch, who's grown up all alone in the jungle save for her tame gorilla, her makeup team, wardrobe designer and hairdresser, and - like the young Helen Mirren in 'Age of Consent' - projects a precocity way beyond her actual years.

An embezzler on the run crash lands in the middle of the African jungle. His young daughter grows up under the protection of a large gorilla and becomes known to locals as the legendary white witch. An explorer sets out on an expedition to find her.

This jungle adventure is directed by Sam Newfield who is famous for having directed more films than anyone else. Nabonga is very similar in plot line to another of Newfield's films, White Pongo. Both films feature large apes who covet young white women. And both also have striking titles that are never actually used in the film at any point! This picture is a pretty campy affair with a white jungle queen who acts more like a petulant city girl. It's overall entertaining enough to an extent but at the same time it has a lot of overly familiar adventure flick elements that aren't too interesting, such as a villainous, greedy explorer on the good guy's trail. The scenes with the girl and the ape were quite good fun though and, despite being nothing too great, this one is reasonably diverting as these types of movies go.

This low-grade production is nevertheless a slight upgrade, if you can believe that, compared to "Jungle Siren" which I saw yesterday and which was also directed by Sam Newfield and starred Buster Crabbe. Don't expect too much excitement, though; the "perils of the jungle" alternate between obvious stock footage of random animals and a man in an obvious gorilla suit. At the end there is a long fistfight between Crabbe and bad guy Barton MacLane, but because they are dressed almost exactly the same, you can't tell who's punching whom! Julie London is quite stunning in her film debut. *1/2 out of 4.

There are so many things about "Nabonga" that make you assume it's a terrible film...it makes we wonder why I watched it. First, it's a cheap jungle pic...and hundreds of terrible jungle pics were made during the 1930s-50s. Second, it's from PRC, a tiny studio known mostly for making B-movies that were worse than those coming from Monogram and Republic! Third, it features a guy in a gorilla suite. And, finally, after the film was made, they shelved it for a year...a sure sign that the studio had no confidence in the product.

The story begins with a man disappearing with his young daughter before the police could arrest him for embezzlement. Their plane crashes in the jungle and you see that the pair survived.

Years have passed. Ray Gorman (Buster Crabbe) is in Africa and he overhears natives talking about a 'white witch' living in the mountains and he decides to investigate this for himself. Eventually he meets the now grown girl and her companion, a gorilla who is her protector. Unfortunately for them, the evil Carl Hurst (Barton MacLane) has been following him at a distance and, naturally, he's up to no good.

It's funny that Barton MacLane is the baddie in this one, as he's nearly always the baddie in the films he did. I am sure when audiences saw him, they collectively KNEW he was the villain before he even opened his mouth! And here, he's definitely true to form.

It certainly could have been much worse as they filmmakers chose to insert less random and unnecessary wildlife footage into the story...though they still do this to a somewhat lesser extent, but at least they were mostly African animals (apart from an American Alligator)! Too many cheapo jungle films of the era show nearly ANY animal in the supposed jungle...African, Asian, South American and even Australian all mixed together. I wouldn't be terribly surprised to see one with penguins!! Oh well, at least the African guide, Tobo, really was an African!

So is it any good? Well, there are certainly worse jungle films....not that this is saying much! Apart from SOME of the Tarzan films, nearly all the other jungle epics are cheap messes...and this one is, at times, a bit of a mess. The guy in the gorilla suit alone (in one scene there were TWO men in gorilla suits) make it a cheesy film. I also love that Marie, the witch, has permed hair and make-up...in the middle of the jungle!! On balance, it's a bad film but not a terrible one. Worth seeing if you like this sort of thing...though I assume few would!

That's my favorite line, spoken by Buster Crabbe after he's tussled with one, an activity that provides convenient opportunity for him to take his shirt off. This isn't a good movie or a camp classic, but a "B" (or "C") with just enough energy and silliness to be entertaining rather than merely mediocre and tedious.

Julie London, a comely 18 years old in her film debut, plays the young woman who's grown up from childhood in the jungle after a plane crash, protected by a giant ape (Ray Corrigan wears the suit). Buster is the intrepid explorer determined (for virtuous reasons) to find the stolen treasure she doesn't know she's hoarding. Somehow after a decade-plus with no one to talk to she speaks perfect English. She also wears a nice little print cocktail dress she presumably got on sale at the jungle Bloomingdale's.

Buster looks great in his pith helmet and has some funny moments in his initial nervous interactions with London's Doreenand the ape she calls "Samson"--he might have been a good light comedian if anybody had given him the chance. When she amorously caresses Buster's face, his obliviousness is conveyed by another good line: "What's the matter? I need a shave?" This in a brief moment between the usual stock footage animal attacks involving exotic critters from around the globe.

As others have noted, the relationship between "Bwana" Buster and his native guide Tobo (the rather stiff Prince Madupe, who seemingly never made another movie) is less condescending than the norm in such movies--Buster treats him more as partner and friend than servant. Too bad Tobo gets handed an early exit.