Wuchak RELEASED IN 1967 and written/directed by Michael Carreras, "Prehistoric Women" (aka "Slave Girls") chronicles events in deepest African when a hunting guide (Michael Latimer) enters the forbidden area of the white rhino and passes through a portal into a prehistoric world where dark-haired white women led by Queen Kari (Martine Beswick) cruelly rule over blondes. Meanwhile, all men are kept captive in a cave dungeon, which is where the guide will find himself if he doesn't submit to Kari's amorous whims.Beswick is striking and has a killer body, but she never tripped my trigger, maybe because she seems too Amazonian. Regardless, the flick's filled with gorgeous women, including the protagonist's wannabe babe, Saria (Edina Ronay). The indoor English sets are too obvious, contrasted by the authentic opening location shots.There are so many curious native dance sequences that the movie borders on being a musical. Thankfully, they're entertaining and the tribal ditties are catchy. The story seems to be a commentary on gender dynamics from a late 60's English perspective, but the film's too cheesy to take overly serious. Nevertheless, it has its points of interest, particularly the prehistoric women (lol).THE MOVIE RUNS 1 hour 30 minutes and was shot in England (Elstree Studios, Borehamwood) with establishing shots of Africa.GRADE: C

MartinHafer "Prehistoric Women" is a terrible film and probably the worst thing to come from Hammer Studios. If there is worse, I don't know about it and I would appreciate for you to email me to set me straight! Unfortunately, it's a really bad movie but not necessarily an enjoyably bad film...but it comes rather close. It IS kitschy, silly and will make you wonder why they bothered making such a pile of crap in the first place. And, you know it is bad when it is willed with beautiful and sexy women...and it's STILL boring!When the film begins, a hunter (Michael Latimer) wanders into the territory of some very unfriendly natives. They capture him and toss him into the territory of some brunette savages that have perfectly coiffed hair, hot bodies, perfect English and an overwhelming desire to beat the crap out of the blonde women and have their way with the hunter. But David the hunter is an egalitarian sort of guy and doesn't want to have his way with the cruel brunette (Martine Beswick), even though she is smoking hot, because he is put off by the plight of the blondies. So, to punish him for not being a hot stud, they toss him into a cave with all their enslaved men and he helps to eventually lead a slave revolt. While the plot doesn't sound 100% dumb, it IS. The film is chock full of dancing...very, very bad dancing which I think was choreographed by a goat. And, the dialog is just god-awful and clichéd. Is there anything good about the film other than the generally beautiful women wearing loin cloths? No.

antiparticleboard I have had this movie for awhile, watched it a couple of times and was not overwhelmed. I wasn't even 'whelmed. It just seemed prosaic. Watched it again tonight and WOW this is a very complicated movie with undercurrent plots of sexual equality, racial equality and the perceptions of those involved. As a viewer we see those perceptions reversed and twisted around. Carreras even threw in a bit about our cruelty to animals and the guilt of the main character who hunts them. This character, and actor for that matter, seem at first very one dimensional, but both have as many facets as a hunk of cheap zirconia and while zirconia may not have as many facets as a compressed chunk of coal it will still fool a cheap whore. The best part of this movie is that as a whole there is not a bit of condescension in the dialog or the characters. If you don't believe any of the malarkey I wrote it also has phallic symbols galore(if you into that funny stuff), a bond girl(if your into that funny stuff) and an antelope with no pants.

phillindholm And so will yours-for decent entertainment,if you make it all the way through this tripe. Made by Hammer Studios, the once-legendary specialists in literate horror films, ''Prehistoric Women'' (aka ''Slave Girls'') features Michael Latimer as David Marchant, a Great White Hunter who, chasing a wounded Leopard, runs afoul of a group of hostile natives who sentence him to death for disturbing their Kingdom. But, as Fate, or the screenwriters would have it, he suddenly finds himself thrust back in time to yet another Kingdom where Brunette women have enslaved all the Blondes they can get their whips on. The reasons for this are too silly to go into, but one involves the worship of a White Rhino, which is also The God of another tribe of warriors called the ''Devils Of Darkness''. Anyway, the Brunettes are headed by the beautiful but cruel Queen Kari (Martine Beswick) who takes an immediate fancy to Marchant. Alas, he has fallen in love with Blonde slave Saria (Edina Ronay) who eventually convinces him to lead the female (and a few ancient male) slaves in a revolution. So goes the ''plot''. The film is beautifully photographed in color and CinemaScope on sets left over from Hammer's remake of ''One Million Years B.C''. The acting (especially by the incredibly sensuous Beswick)is not bad,and the women, both Blonde and Brunette are easy on the eyes. But the pacing is excruciatingly slow, the story dull, and the only moments of true entertainment come from a Command Performance by the Blondes who Dance nightly for the Queen's Dinner Show.Oh yes, and the appearance of the plastic White Rhino at the climax. The musical score sounds as if it was written for a 60's Bible Spectacle, and there is virtually no direction by Michael Carreras. This sat on the shelf for two years in it's Native England, before Hammer released it (shorn of at least 16 minutes) as a second feature, while in the not-so-lucky U.S, it showed up in 1967 supported by another Hammer production, the infinitely superior ''The Witches'' retitled ''The Devil's Own'' here. Both are available on very impressive dvds, but ''Prehistoric Women'' is best left to Pre-History.