Yes, somebody does say "Holy Cow!", but it was me with the sarcastic reply. I just wondered if screenwriter/director Ford Beebe was serious when he had that line written, said by the hunting commissioner in Bomba territory after spotting a dead elephant. I also had a sarcastic response when Bomba indicated that he slept between the elephant's legs when there was danger in the jungle. "Front legs, I hope", I said, praying that Bomba would not be covered in elephant waste.
All these segments occur in the first 10 minutes, combining bad humor with the reprehensible trade of elephant poaching. Like Bomba, elephants are my favorite African mammal, gentle giants, he claims, and usually right until the evil that men do gets the elephants angry. And when elephants are angry, all humans within their range will pay. It's up to Bomba to stop the poachers, having been involved in the accidental killing of the man determined to stop them from ivory trade, giving a sad element to the plot.
Bomba's trying to learn to read, and pretty Donna Martell is the teacher's assistant working with him. She's decked out in a sarong and assumed to be a native, but it's obvious to me that she's as much a native as Johnny Sheffield is. When this deals with the serious legal and moral crime of poaching and the pointless slaughter of all African mammals, I'm all for it. But when it comes up with some lame piece of dialog, my eyes roll back, and my own trunk sneers at the screen. This is so formulaic that I seem to know what the characters will say when they say it. It's passable entertainment, so I can look past the rotten parts, as long as the lessons of nature are fully explained.
All these segments occur in the first 10 minutes, combining bad humor with the reprehensible trade of elephant poaching. Like Bomba, elephants are my favorite African mammal, gentle giants, he claims, and usually right until the evil that men do gets the elephants angry. And when elephants are angry, all humans within their range will pay. It's up to Bomba to stop the poachers, having been involved in the accidental killing of the man determined to stop them from ivory trade, giving a sad element to the plot.
Bomba's trying to learn to read, and pretty Donna Martell is the teacher's assistant working with him. She's decked out in a sarong and assumed to be a native, but it's obvious to me that she's as much a native as Johnny Sheffield is. When this deals with the serious legal and moral crime of poaching and the pointless slaughter of all African mammals, I'm all for it. But when it comes up with some lame piece of dialog, my eyes roll back, and my own trunk sneers at the screen. This is so formulaic that I seem to know what the characters will say when they say it. It's passable entertainment, so I can look past the rotten parts, as long as the lessons of nature are fully explained.