Don't be fooled by the wildlife footage that opens this film, once the credits are over it's strictly a soundstage job.
Martine Beswick's Nupondi was so obviously the best thing in 'One Million Years B. C.' that back at Elstree Michael Carreras rewarded her by giving her a film to herself; and it's her commanding presence as She Who Must Be Obeyed presiding over a tribe of big-haired brunettes with Roedean accents that worships the Rare White Rhino and enslaves the local blondes that earns this delirious piece of hokum of the kind not seen since the days of Maria Montez 10 out of 10; and was the reason that when Michael Latimer died a few years ago the poor fellow was upstaged in his own obituary in 'The Daily Telegraph' by a colour photograph of Miss Beswick.
The music by Carlo Martelli isn't bad either; but I can't imagine it must have been much fun for members of Kari's tribe to just stand about just holding spears all day.
Martine Beswick's Nupondi was so obviously the best thing in 'One Million Years B. C.' that back at Elstree Michael Carreras rewarded her by giving her a film to herself; and it's her commanding presence as She Who Must Be Obeyed presiding over a tribe of big-haired brunettes with Roedean accents that worships the Rare White Rhino and enslaves the local blondes that earns this delirious piece of hokum of the kind not seen since the days of Maria Montez 10 out of 10; and was the reason that when Michael Latimer died a few years ago the poor fellow was upstaged in his own obituary in 'The Daily Telegraph' by a colour photograph of Miss Beswick.
The music by Carlo Martelli isn't bad either; but I can't imagine it must have been much fun for members of Kari's tribe to just stand about just holding spears all day.