Wayne Mitchell (compfilm) Originally I was asked to film a short subject about the Choco' Indians in Panama jungle. Excited by the scenes of topless Indian women, the Hollywood producers then added a "story" about them as headhunters, using made-up "actress' from the bars of Tiajuana, Mex., filmed in San Diego park's eucalyptus forest. The credited director etc. were only involved in this phony part of the film.The promo sheets are classics of fiction: telling how these guys suffered through the jungle during filming, even learning how to cook Indian cuisine.No U.S. funds were used, but U.S.Air Force did provide a valuable medical kit we used to treat Indians, and some chopper transport during one of their training flights (at a time when this was still an ethnic film production).

chetsampson Since I have not seen this movie since it was released, I was excited to learn that it has been included on imdb.com. The movie was suggested by Dr. Phillips, then Director of the San Diego Museum of Man, to the actor Jeffrey Hunter when they worked together on a project in Central America. It was developed as a documentary, and when completed, it was quite good. However, when we could not sell it, we sold it to a private firm, and they, in order to make it more exciting, an without our O.K. hired prostitutes from Mexico to introduce some wild scenes. These scenes were filmed in Balboa Park in San Diego. A major professional reviewer stated that he liked the documentary, but WHAT WERE THOSE HALF-NAKED WOMEN DOING IN THE FILM? Incidentally, I furnished the funds for the documentary.

boz824 There may or may not be some spoilers in this review, depending on your definition. Personally, I don't think there's anything in this movie to spoil.I really don't know what these people were thinking when they made this movie. As a bad movie fan, my favorite kind of bad movie is the obscure, little-known b-movie that probably only got released onto video through some misdirected act of pity, and "Attack of the Jungle Women" delivers (At the time when this review was written, there were less than five votes for this movie, including mine.)Initially, this movie tries to be an entertaining movie about a large company that wants to build a trans-continental highway in the Americas, but to do so have to go into the Panama rain forest and ask the natives if it's all right with them to have a five-lane expressway put up over their ancestors' burial grounds. For reasons that are beyond the Americans, the "ignorant natives" aren't so keen on the idea of becoming a puppet to western culture and refuse.At this point, the plot breaks down as the filmmakers realized that they were up a creek with no budget, no acting, and a plot that hardly fills out a paragraph, let alone an entire movie. The solution: breasts, and lots of them! So, as the Americans tour the native lands, they are constantly surrounded by native women who forego the idea of wearing upper-body wear of any kind. The only problem with this approach to pornography is the fact that this sort of innocuous nudity is about as erotic as "National Geographic."Anyway, stuff happens, people die, and the Air Force is sent in to clean up the mess. In the end, it reveals itself as a propaganda film, showing off the spleandor of the US Air Force. Something here tells me that the filmmakers got some funding from Uncle Sam in order to make this movie.In short, if you're looking for genuine 1950's bad cinema, this is it. This is one of those films that really makes you question how golden the Golden Era really was.