Liane, Jungle Goddess

Rating:
Summary: Almost-topless blonde swings on a vine; film at 11:00
Review: A no-budget German girlie-Tarzan pot boiler, this is the kind of movie where your mind wanders and you find yourself focusing on various peripheral subjects: Why do the topless African dancing girls look so bored? Was that bit of dialog actually written, or was it just made up by the dubbing actor on the spur of the moment ("uh-oh, his lips are moving; I'd better say something") How did they get Marion Michaels' hair to "just happen" to fall in front of her chest (can you believe that Amazon won't let you use the 'B' word that rhymes with "chest" in a review!?!) in most (but not all!) of her topless scenes? (did they use rubber cement? double-sided tape?) How old was Michaels, anyway? And goodness, didn't they have nice looking streetcars in 1959 Hamburg?

Obviously, this movie's sole excuse for existing was to present as much as the censors would allow of the lovely and nubile Marion Michaels to a prurient audience. And if the video quality weren't so bad, and if they didn't go and put clothes on her about one third through the film, and if it weren't for that darn rubber cement, I would have been quite happily and appreciatively prurient myself. As it is, it's still a bit of a hoot to watch, and Michaels truly is lovely and nubile, and those Hamburg streetcars really are nice!