Island of Lost Women

"Joe Walker" (John Smith) is a pilot who is flying a radio commentator named "Mark Bradley" (Jeff Richards) to a conference in Australia. Unfortunately, a typhoon blows them off course and when one engine goes out they decide to land the airplane close to a nearby island. Upon landing they are greeted by a man who only wants to be known as "Mr. Paul" (Alan Napier) and his three lovely daughters, "Mercuria" (June Blair), Venus (Venetia Stevenson) and "Urana" (Diane Jergens). Although Mr. Paul initially wants them to leave he changes his mind when Joe and Mark realize who he really is and decides to destroy the airplane so that they have to stay. This pleases all 3 young ladies but Mark is still determined to leave while Mr. Paul is determined that they will not. Now rather than reveal any more of this film and risk spoiling it for those who haven't seen it I will just say that this was an enjoyable Grade-B movie from the 1950's. Although there were some dull parts here and there I must say that the 3 attractive women certainly brightened the scenery. Be that as it may, overall I rate it as about average.

A scientist with his three shapely daughters leaves behind threats of nuclear war and escapes to a desert island. But then two hunky fliers crash land and unexpected movie boredom begins.

In my hormonally vulnerable mind, I never thought a skin show could be boring, but this one is. Three scantily clad girls and two bare-chested guys stand around and talk for 70 inert minutes. That is, if you ignore the nuclear explosion coming at the end, a cloud whose kill range is about that of a firecracker.

The only point of interest is how a homoerotic sub-current is worked into the non-existent storyline. Other reviewers are right, it's unmistakable—catch the brief back rub Joe (Smith) gives Mark (Richards), when you'd expect one of the shapely girls on hand would do. But then this is 1959 and tip-offs have to be done subtly, (see reviewer gg1947 for a more complete list).

I guess aristocratic Allen Napier (Batman, the TV series) was added to lend some class, but it's got to be the nadir of his lengthy career. Anyway, the youngsters are all good-looking and okay actors. But unfortunately, that's not enough to lift this super-cheapo from the pits of ennui. Thank goodness, I didn't pay to see it.

Played Totally "Straight", this "Message-Movie" about "Atom Bombs"...

No Mutated-Monsters or Men, just a Regretful Nuclear-Scientist who Helped Birth-the-Bomb, then Retired to an Island to Escape "Doomsday",

In the Scenario...3 Drop-Dead "Bombshell" Daughters, and a Reporter and Pilot who Arrive, Forced to Land and Disrupt the Utopia.

The Nuke-Scientist has built a Spiffy Lab Set-Up (still dabbling), has Created an Advanced Flame-Throwing Pistol (essential for Plot advancement), and Threatens to "Destroy" Anyone or Anything that Invades His Privacy.

The 2 Men are Hunky, the 3 Women are Beautiful Natural Foliage, and All of it Culminates with...

a Shark Attack, an Atom-Bomb Detonation, and One Man Protesting Humanities Determination to Race Toward Extinction on a Road to Ruin.

Under-Rated Little Diversion From the Decades Imaginative Illustration of Symbolic Irradiation in the Form of Creepy-Creatures Carrying Out Revenge for Man's Hubris.

Worth a Watch.

This movie is one of the B&W semi-horror films of the 50's and early 60's. Granted, the premise is totally absurd.....2 hunka hunka's running around an island with 3 babe-a-licious honeys and not one case of hanky-panky? The guys seemed more interested in each other and themselves -- swimming in those horrid 1950's spandex trunks (is that a potato in your swimwear or are you just happy to see me?), rubbing lotion on each other's backs, reminiscing about close friendships, --- hmmm --- maybe this should have been called "BROKEBACK ISLAND?" I liked the movie although it is totally predictable. I DID keep waiting for Godzilla or some other camera enlarged creature to come around and scare the swimwear off the guys, (looks like the girls would have defended the island against the killer beast while the boys were screaming little pansies scampering off into the forest), but no monster. Heck, enjoy it for what it's worth, a piece of B&W film history.

What a strange film from director Frank Tuttle, his final movie.... It is not a disgrace, no, let's not exagerate, but just strange. I would have bet on a director as Richard Cunha, Roger Corman or any psychotronic film maker, but certainly not Frank Tuttle. It is funny, light hearted. Plus, it is a short film, so it can't be boring. This stuff is destined to teen audiences I guess, because of those bunnies presence. It is impossible to take it seriously, it is just entertaining, that's all. I don't know any of those second rate actors, chosen I guess, only because they are handsome, good looking. Watch it just by curiosity.