Jungle Moon Men (1955)

Johnny Weissmuller plays himself - or a sort of Victor Mature version of himself - as he does his "Allan Quartermain" impersonation guiding the rather determined "Ellen" (Jean Bryon) through the middle jungle in search of a long-lost companion. Deeper and deeper they go, the wildlife gets more and more menacing, the adventure more perilous, the insects more deadly - and this is all without leaving California! Anyway, their quest takes them to an hidden kingdom populated by the even more rare African branch of the oompa-loompa family and where the High Priestess of Ra "Oma" (Helene Stanton) has been happily minding her own business for centuries. In best "She" tradition, though, she falls in love and, well we just know that won't bode well. It's not a terrible film, it's just devoid of any originality as we plod through some library footage of rhinos, tigers, lions etc., en route to a denouement that made the short-ish seventy minute run-time seem quite considerably longer. That might have been down to the largely charm-free Weissmuller who should have just stuck to his loincloth and his vine-swinging yodelling, and to the rather uninspired and verbose writing. Pretty poor, sorry.