So you have this movie where a mad scientist sets up shop in an African Jungle where the local tribe practices Voodoo (apparently not aware that Voodoo is a practice in the Caribbean, but never mind.) He combines White Man's Science with black voodoo to turn women into monsters for, um... reasons. (Seriously, 1950's mad scientists never actually had reasons for doing things... they just did.) Meanwhile, a gold digger is trying to find this tribe to steal it's gold.
This all moves on to the predictable climax where the gold digger is turned into a monster, the rugged hero escapes with the Mad Scientist's long suffering wife, and the monster predictably falls into a pit.
Of course, the portrayal of African tribesmen would never play like this today. The movie is truly a relic of it's time.
This all moves on to the predictable climax where the gold digger is turned into a monster, the rugged hero escapes with the Mad Scientist's long suffering wife, and the monster predictably falls into a pit.
Of course, the portrayal of African tribesmen would never play like this today. The movie is truly a relic of it's time.