Review by richardchatten

Rather than the misleading title, the name on the credits as director of the reliably uninspired Richard Thorpe warns you what to expect from this lacklustre copy of 'King Solomon's Mines' with regular cuts away to travelogue shots of zebras, giraffes, crocodiles and so on.

Poor Earl Cameron is required to wear feathers and bones as a witch doctor. But Anthony Newley's 'funny' Englishman is if anything equally demeaning, and Robert Taylor's condescending treatment of him endears you to neither.