Review – The Lost Continent (1968)

When I was a kid, this was one of my all-time favorite movies. Of course we’re talking about a time in my life when movies of this sort could only be viewed during summer kiddie matinees at the local single-screen theater. Further, all those many years ago a ship full of explosive chemicals, a shark attack, carnivorous vines, a spooky cult living in a Spanish galleon and feeding errant cult members to a monster in the hold … well, that was more than sufficient to satisfy my standards for “good movie.” Viewing it again all these years later as a harder-to-please adult, it’s easy to recognize the production’s many, obvious flaws. However, it’s still sort of a good time assuming one is in the mood for some brain-dead entertainment Hammer style. Mildly amusing