Boris Karloff sort of stars in this sort of voodoo film. Featuring voiceover narration that uses the words various and many a little too often, shaky camerawork, stock thunder sound effects, bad dubbing, wooden acting, and a voodoo ceremony where a giggling dwarf kills a chicken and slings its blood everywhere. Get used to the idea of chickens because there's a lot of them. And a goat, and some snakes, and a toucan. It's not very interesting. Plus you get to see Boris Karloff dressed like Colonel Sanders while he sits in a wicker chair, and a forced perspective voodoo whipping that looks like interpretive dance. There's a few more voodoo ceremonies I think, and some chick doesn't realize a voodoo priestess wearing a boa constrictor has entered her room and is burning incense directly under her nose. And she still doesn't realize it's happening when the voodoo priestess starts removing her nightgown. Some folks are just deep sleepers, so I guess I'll just chalk that up to the poorly constructed dream sequence she had where someone puts a snake in their mouth. Anyway, everyone keeps saying Dumbala, or Jambalaya, or Shambala; and I finally realize they're talking about Boris Karloff who then beats a zombie rapist with a cane. Let's check:
Yep, I can tell from the bell-bottoms and mustaches it's definitely Shambala. I watched The Snake People on Youtube and it was lousy.
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