Bomba on Panther Island

A brother and sister "Robert & Judy Maitland" are trying to turn some jungle acreage into a rubber plantation so hire a group of the natives to help out by "cutting down the trees so they can plant more trees". The couple - via the auspices of local commissioner Charles Irwin - try to convince our tousled hero "Bomba" (Johnny Sheffield) to help out; but he is determined to track down a man-eating panther that has been terrorising the locals. In order to speed things up, "Robert" tries to burn down part of the forest and chaos ensues... Add to the mix a seductive Lita Baron and it's not just the embers that start to smoulder. The story is quite weak, and the sets (and animal library footage) really do let the look of it down badly - but Johnny Sheffield does have something quite cute on screen and though it does take most of it's 70 minutes to get going, it's still quite a fun jungle caper.

Bomba the Jungle Boy loses his monkey companion to a black panther. He sets off for revenge. Robert Maitland is struggling to build a plantation from the forest. Commissioner Barnes has trouble recruiting men for Rob. Most fear the jungle and the man-eating panther. Rob recklessly suggests burning down the forest. Bomba saves a worker after a panther attack. He is taken with Rob's sister Judy.

I don't want Bomba to kill the panther. I definitely don't want Rob to chop down the forest. Losana's seduction of Bomba is bad romance. It speaks to a general racial tone in this franchise. This is a lot of I don't want happening. Bomba has always been discount Trazan. In this one, he's the worst aspects of that. In a way, it's not unexpected.

A black panther, thought to be a jungle spirit by the locals, is causing problems for entrepreneur Robert Maitland, who is trying to clear the vegetation for farming. Bomba (Johnny Sheffield) tries to track down the panther, but finds himself distracted by Robert's pretty sister Judy (Allene Roberts) and sultry maid Losana (Lita Baron), who the superstitious natives believe to be evil.

Having played 'cute kid' in seven Johnny Weismuller Tarzan movies, Johnny Sheffield was promoted to star of his own series of African adventures, playing jungle boy Bomba. This is his second film as the vine-swinging teen, but the first that I have seen, and if it is anything to go by, it might be my last for some time: the plot is uninspired, the pace is sluggish, and the 'action' is padded out with stock footage. I imagine that it was all downhill from here.

Sheffield is fine as the athletic adolescent - he's had enough practise at this kind of thing, after all - but the film lacks the energy and excitement of the Tarzan movies, partly due to its low budget (evident in the limited, unconvincing jungle studio sets), but mostly because of the dull script that focuses more on Bomba's attraction to the two women and less on the killer panther.

The film only comes to life in the final act, when Robert attempts to clear the jungle by lighting a fire (that quickly gets out of control), and Bomba wrestles with the panther (a stiff-legged stuffed animal) -- but it's too little, too late.

N.B. I assume that the Bomba movies were aimed at a young 'Saturday matinee' audience, but the opening scene, in which Bomba's pet capuchin is savaged to death by the panther, is the sort of thing to have kids in tears (even I choked up at the sight of the little monkey's limp body).

In the 1940s, Johnny Sheffield played 'Boy' in several Tarzan movies for MGM...in the best of the various Tarzan incarnations of the era. However, when production ceased at MGM, both Johnny Weis smuller and Sheffield went on to other studios to make Tarzan-like films...Weissmuller's with his Jungle Jim series and Sheffield the Bomba series....both with small studios (Katzman and Monogram respectively). These were enjoyable films BUT also very low budgeted...and it showed. Reused scenes from various previous movies, the copious use of stock footage and a real sameness doomed these films to the 'adequate but just watchable' category. They are silly...and often very naive about what Africa and the jungles are like...they certainly aren't documentaries!

The story finds some Americans in the jungle...trying to build a plantation and having difficulty getting the superstitious natives to clear the land. At the same time, a killer black leopard is running amok...giving further problems for the fledgling plantation. But thanks to Bomba, they are able to eventually straighten things out and stop the rampaging leopard.

The Africa of this film is only vaguely African at best. After all, why is thre a white lady in a sarong who speaks French? Was she supposed to be in a Polynesian picture but just went to the wrong sound stage? And, then why didn't she look Polynesian?? Also, I'm no expert on the continent, though I have visited a few times...so where is this jungle and why are there all those rope-like vines all over the place?! Plus, why are some of the guys on vines obviously NOT Sheffield but some stuntmen? And, why are raccoons, Asian buffalo and American alligators in the jungle?! And, why do the plantation owner and his sister treat the natives like they are all addle-brained children?! Folks today clearly won't appreciate this!

Apart from being VERY naive and featuring lots of ill-fitting and grainy stock footage, is the film any good? Well, yes...provided your expectations are low AND you haven't already seen one too many cheap Tarzan style films. It's enjoyable and not as bad as some B-jungle pictures...but also quite silly at times.

By the way, there are a couple scenes where animals fight each other and I can only assume that for our 'entertainment' the filmmakers tossed them together and filmed it...which is pretty sad.

Bomba gets pretty busy in this one: he has to face a killer panther, a white jerk who almost sets fire to half the African jungle, and two women fawning over him - and who can blame them? He looks even more bulked up than in the first film in the series, and frankly he is smoking hot. The two women who cannot keep their hands off his body are the cute, demure Allene Roberts and the "French" (actually Spanish) Lita Baron: the choice should be pretty easy. Like its predecessor, the film makes little attempt to integrate the stock footage of wild animals convincingly - not only does the film stock look different, but the footage seems to be set in different locations, if not in different continents altogether. And the jungle studio sets never look like anything other than jungle studio sets. ** out of 4.