Except for a long shot of a woman bathing in what appeared to be a giant soap-filled Costco pretzel roll, I can't think of a reason this American International Picture ("Quality is just our slogan!") wouldn't have fit nicely with 1960's The Lost World and Journey to the Center of the Earth, two other 20,000 Years Under the Influence of Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs kind of flicks. It's a wonder that this amazingly stupid and completely entertaining kiddie show didn't get the MST3K treatment. It doesn't have a mean dinosaur bone in its body.
The Brits-including a Susan George lookalike bit of eye-candy-and lone Yank (Doug McClure, looking as if he had been pumping iron-if you get my drift-since The Virginian was cancelled) are good 'uns and the WWI Prussians are just so, well, sauerkraut as they splash, sweat, and scream through a smorgasbord of men in dinosaur suits, mind-controlling Neanderthals, amoebic-dysentery-filled prehistoric water, and that one poor proto-human schlub who gets scooped up by a pterodactyl, and the little rubber guy in the big rubber flying lizard has his rubber legs flapping as if he's Fred trying to get to work in his Flintstone mobile before Mr. Slate fires him.
The Land That Time Forgot is a perfect metaphor for why CGI is so destructive to young people. In 1974, this old-fashioned bit of silliness would have entertained the children and given moms a bit of a hissy for that one lone side shot of the gal in the brontosaurian bathtub.
Nowadays, five-year-olds would curse openly at the screen and go back to their thousand-dollar iPhones.
Maybe, the mind-controlling Neanderthals are doing a number on us.
The Brits-including a Susan George lookalike bit of eye-candy-and lone Yank (Doug McClure, looking as if he had been pumping iron-if you get my drift-since The Virginian was cancelled) are good 'uns and the WWI Prussians are just so, well, sauerkraut as they splash, sweat, and scream through a smorgasbord of men in dinosaur suits, mind-controlling Neanderthals, amoebic-dysentery-filled prehistoric water, and that one poor proto-human schlub who gets scooped up by a pterodactyl, and the little rubber guy in the big rubber flying lizard has his rubber legs flapping as if he's Fred trying to get to work in his Flintstone mobile before Mr. Slate fires him.
The Land That Time Forgot is a perfect metaphor for why CGI is so destructive to young people. In 1974, this old-fashioned bit of silliness would have entertained the children and given moms a bit of a hissy for that one lone side shot of the gal in the brontosaurian bathtub.
Nowadays, five-year-olds would curse openly at the screen and go back to their thousand-dollar iPhones.
Maybe, the mind-controlling Neanderthals are doing a number on us.