The fact that nothing about this movie makes any sense is what also gives it it's dubious charm. I have to say the movie's opening had a pretty decent hook with the elephant procession in Akbar, India, while a pretty but demure Indian girl held out the hope of a mysterious adventure. Once on safari though, things take a downhill turn as wildlife stock footage threatens to overtake the main story, easily eating up a third of the film.
Even the movie's title, "Queen of the Amazons" turns out to be a contradiction, as the main story plays out in Africa. In retrospect, the action could have taken place in South America just as easily, but then the film would be making a concession to at least one plot point. After all the intrigue inspired by talk of bad voodoo surrounding the jungle white goddess/she devil, it's almost comical to observe the Amazon Queen Zita (Amira Moustafa) coochie cooing with her boyfriend Greg Jones (Bruce Edwards). Greg never bothered to get in touch with his fiancée about a change in plans, so now Jean Preston (Patricia Morison) is leading the search to find him.
Side stories abound in this clunker, as expedition guide Gary Lambert (Robert Lowery) has it bad for Jean after it was established that he considers women on safari a nuisance. There's also the identity of an ivory poacher to be revealed, which doesn't take too much to figure out. Hint, it's the cook spouting bad poetry (J. Edward Bromberg), who could have been given any kind of name besides Gabby, because after all, Gabby belongs in a Western.
By the time it's all over, you'll be pretty much standing on your head trying to sort this all out. Fearless Zita (remember that speech to Jean) screams in fright when Gabby throws a spear in her direction. The icing on the cake though is the double ring ceremony at the end of the film, with the Amazon leader proclaiming that she's ready to leave her paradise - huh? It was at that point that Greg Jones' earlier comment made a whole lot of sense to me - "Zita dear, you're quite a queen."
Even the movie's title, "Queen of the Amazons" turns out to be a contradiction, as the main story plays out in Africa. In retrospect, the action could have taken place in South America just as easily, but then the film would be making a concession to at least one plot point. After all the intrigue inspired by talk of bad voodoo surrounding the jungle white goddess/she devil, it's almost comical to observe the Amazon Queen Zita (Amira Moustafa) coochie cooing with her boyfriend Greg Jones (Bruce Edwards). Greg never bothered to get in touch with his fiancée about a change in plans, so now Jean Preston (Patricia Morison) is leading the search to find him.
Side stories abound in this clunker, as expedition guide Gary Lambert (Robert Lowery) has it bad for Jean after it was established that he considers women on safari a nuisance. There's also the identity of an ivory poacher to be revealed, which doesn't take too much to figure out. Hint, it's the cook spouting bad poetry (J. Edward Bromberg), who could have been given any kind of name besides Gabby, because after all, Gabby belongs in a Western.
By the time it's all over, you'll be pretty much standing on your head trying to sort this all out. Fearless Zita (remember that speech to Jean) screams in fright when Gabby throws a spear in her direction. The icing on the cake though is the double ring ceremony at the end of the film, with the Amazon leader proclaiming that she's ready to leave her paradise - huh? It was at that point that Greg Jones' earlier comment made a whole lot of sense to me - "Zita dear, you're quite a queen."