Now this is a strange one! I'm not sure what thought process would lead to the making of such a film, and I'm pretty sure, despite the American leads, that this must be a Fillipino production. It's a strange mix of cult, vampire, jungle adventure with some hilarious fashions and grooviness chucked in for a laugh. Sure, it's all very tame and slow moving, but when the cheese in the mix is a strong Gorgonzola, you can forgive such shortcomings.
Chicks are being kidnapped from the streets of Manila, including Laura (who's just refused a marriage proposal from her boyfriend) and Claire, who dances in a cage and actually seems quite excited about being made a white slave, plus two others, and are transported through the jungle by some guys to an underground cave system, where everyone worships a disembodied head that lives in a red glass box (and talks!). Seems like Laura might be the chosen one, as the high priest drew a picture of her (check out this guy's high collared get-up!), and the others have been selected to be milked for blood for the cult to extend their lives indefinitely, as long as they don't leave the compound.
Somehow, Laura doesn't quite take to the idea of being kidnapped and then offered her friend's blood to drink, and with the help of a wizened old woman (which is the end result of being milked for blood), she tries to escape. Complication matters further is her blossoming love with the high priest (and vice versa) and the demented Claire's attempts to be the chosen one. The High Priestess isn't too happy with proceedings, and a chase through the jungle ensues.
It's all a bit tame, but then again I didn't fall asleep and kept in there until the seventies style ending. Recommended for those curious about obscure films, and those with low expectations.
Chicks are being kidnapped from the streets of Manila, including Laura (who's just refused a marriage proposal from her boyfriend) and Claire, who dances in a cage and actually seems quite excited about being made a white slave, plus two others, and are transported through the jungle by some guys to an underground cave system, where everyone worships a disembodied head that lives in a red glass box (and talks!). Seems like Laura might be the chosen one, as the high priest drew a picture of her (check out this guy's high collared get-up!), and the others have been selected to be milked for blood for the cult to extend their lives indefinitely, as long as they don't leave the compound.
Somehow, Laura doesn't quite take to the idea of being kidnapped and then offered her friend's blood to drink, and with the help of a wizened old woman (which is the end result of being milked for blood), she tries to escape. Complication matters further is her blossoming love with the high priest (and vice versa) and the demented Claire's attempts to be the chosen one. The High Priestess isn't too happy with proceedings, and a chase through the jungle ensues.
It's all a bit tame, but then again I didn't fall asleep and kept in there until the seventies style ending. Recommended for those curious about obscure films, and those with low expectations.