Only its audience is tickled...
I've only seen THE LOST CONTINENT in part on Late Shows years ago--and I must confess to sleepiness on both occasions--but I'll be damned if I remember anything as tantalizing as this scene described in it.<br> The film is one of those incredible nutty concoctions made during that tumultous time--late 60's, early 70's--when the studios--in this case Britain's horror film factory Hammer Films--were flailing around trying to appeal to younger audiences in a climate of rapidly weakening censorship. Hammer wasn't alone in trying anything--Anything!--to appeal to an audience it didn't have a clear read on.<br>
So, ostensibly a horror film, THE LOST CONTINENT--which is based on a pulp novel by Dennis Wheatley--opens with a very '60's jaunty pop tune under its opening credits. From there, its goes from SHIP OF FOOLS psychodrama to the ship lost in a Sargasso Sea full of timelost warriors (including conquistadors), barely-clad centerfold cuties, and goofy plant monsters that wouldn't be out of place on THE MUPPET SHOW. All of this unintentionally hilarious chaos is portrayed with a grim humorlessness that would make ANY viewer beg for a good tickle scene--let alone us. <br> Ah, but I see the WHOLE movie is on Google (Thanks for the link.), so I'll slog through the damned thing again in hopes that I'm wrong. And, I'll naturally report my no doubt silly findings...
