SHEENA (1984)

 



PHENOMENALITY: *marvelous*
MYTHICITY: *fair*
FRYEAN MYTHOS: *adventure*
CAMPBELLIAN FUNCTIONS: *sociological, metaphysical*


Sheena of the Jungle, created for Fiction House Comics in 1937 by Will Eisner and Samuel Iger, was a tough babe who swung around the jungle, trouncing marauding white traders and misbehaving black tribesmen alike.  There had been jungle girls in prose and film prior to Sheena, but none of them ever exerted as much of an iconic hold as this leopard-skinned blonde goddess.  To some extent the syndicated 1955-56 TV series, starring buxom Irish McCalla, had a similar effect on 1950s viewers, though the comic's publishers had faded into the mists by the time of the TV series.  Following that series, the 1984 film was thus the first major attempt to reviving the Sheena icon.

I don't know precisely what greased the wheels for this revival, but I'd imagine it had something to do with the success of both comic-book films like SUPERMAN I and II and pulp-style adventure films like RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK.  Unfortunately, most of the films that attempted to coattail on these big-budget successes crashed and burned.  SHEENA-- sometimes given the subtitle "QUEEN OF THE JUNGLE" though I've never seen the subtitle on any version-- was one of these.

In my kidhood I only knew Sheena very vaguely, until I encountered a few reprints of the Fiction House comics.  I admired their straightforward approach to pulp-style action.  When SHEENA was announced as a big-screen project, I didn't expect another RAIDERS, but I hoped that it would at least be a good basic action-adventure, if only on the level of the better Tarzan flicks.

To say the least, I was massively disappointed in 1984, even though SHEENA's director was John Guillerman, who in the late 1950s was responsible for making one of the best of the Tarzan films, TARZAN'S GREATEST ADVENTURE.   Although Tanya Roberts was no less buxom than Irish McCalla, both the action and dialogue, which should have been RAIDERS-snappy, had the weaknesses of the SUPERMAN films with none of the virtues.  While it's probably impossible to blame a script penned by many hands on any single writer, I suspect that the culprit was David Newman, who had worked on screenplays for the first three SUPERMAN films.  I could tell that the 1984 SHEENA was straining for profundity in place of offering the sort of strong jungle-queen action seen in the comics.

Strong plotting is not the highest virtue in action-adventure films.  Many of the best ones, from THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN MARVEL to the aforementioned RAIDERS, work well by creating some "maguffin" that both heroes and villains must pursue in order to sort out their differences.  The fault of SHEENA is not that the plot is loosely constructed, but that none of the scenarios it supports are very impressive.

The opening is the only place where the film touches on the mythic with any success.  Sheena begins as a small girl named Janet, who goes along for an African adventure with her parents.  Her father, a doctor, seeks out a mysterious tribe called the Zambulis because it's rumored that their land contains a special earth able to heal almost any injury.  Almost as soon as the doctor and his family arrive in Zambuli territory, they find evidence that the healing rumor is true.  The Zambulis don't appreciate the white people snooping around their sacred grounds, but don't drive them away either.  Janet's mom and dad take it into their heads that the secret of the healing earth may lie in the local sacred mountain Gudjara, and descend into a cave to investigate it.  Gudjara, apparently more irritated than the Zambulis at these incursions, shivers in the throes of an earthquake that buries both intruders. Little Janet tries to save her parents but fails.  As the tribe arrives on the scene, they spy the orphaned Janet apparently coming out of the cave.  The tribe's female shaman then proclaims that there's an old Zambuli prophecy asserting that "when the sacred mountain cries out, a golden girl-child shall come from the depths of Gudjara"-- a girl who will grow to become the protector of the Zambulis.  The tribe thus adopts Janet, rechristening her as "Sheena," and for the rest of the film, Sheena acts pretty much as if she was in truth spawned by the mountain, frolicing with animals and making no further reference to her lost parents.

As origins go, this isn't a bad one, though it has only minor points in common with the one from the comic books.  The 1984 film does expunge any sense that Sheena might be worshipped as a "white goddess," as was the case with many of the original Sheena's predecessors: instead, the white heroine is simply a protector to a marginalized tribe, thus removing the stigma of the "superstitious African."  Further, the healing earth isn't the only real magic in Zambuli country: the tribal sorceress's visions are real, and she has a talent for telepathically summoning animals, a talent she teaches to Sheena.  The only major problem with this section of the film is the decision of the writers to name the tribe's shaman "Shaman."  As most readers of this review will know, this is not a word of African origin. It's about as ridiculous as inventing a Celtic wizard and naming him "Houngan."

Shaman's next vision sets up the action for Sheena to venture out of her Edenic world.  The sorceress foresees that someone will try to assassinate the king of their land of Tigora realm, and that this will result in the oppression of the Zambulis.  Shaman goes to the city in the hope of warning the king.  However, she first encounters the two conspirators planning the assassination: the king's envious brother  Prince Otwani and his evil lady-love Zanda (who styles herself, a little risibly, as "the most wicked woman in Tigora.") These villains decide to use Shaman as a fall guy, and after they pull off the king's murder they try to blame it on Shaman and her tribe.

Two heroic figures interfere with their plans.  First is reporter Vic Casey, who accidentally obtain proof that Otwani and Zanda are the real assassins.  Second, Sheena, summoned by the mental waves of the imprisoned Shaman, comes to Shaman's rescue with an animal army (possibly the most enjoyable action-scene in the film).  With a little help from Vic, who's enamored with the jungle-girl at first sight, Sheena spirits Shaman out of the city, but to no avail: Shaman dies and charges Sheena with protecting the tribe against Otwani.  Meanwhile Vic chases down Sheena and manages to tag along with her as she tries to return to her people and rouse them back to their long-forgotten ways of war to fight their enemy.  On the way Sheena and Vic enjoy a little romance.

As I said before, there's nothing wrong with a loose plot-structure for an adventure-film.  The plot is reasonably functional, with Otwani chasing Vic to get the incriminating evidence and chasing Sheena to keep her from warning her people, whom Otwani plans to scapegoat.  There's even a minor subplot about Otwani giving Sheena lustful looks, so that jealous Zanda tries to kill the heroine and makes it possible for Sheena to win free.  Sheena does lead her tribe against Otwani's armed soldiers, defeating machine guns with rocks and arrows (remember, this came out one year after RETURN OF THE JEDI).  Sheena and Vic have a final confrontation with Otwani: Otwani dies but Vic almost perishes as well.  Only the healing earth saves him-- a nice circular return to the imagery the film starts with.  Sheena plans to leave with Vic to see the outside world, but Vic nobly tells her that her native beauty would be despoiled by the vulgar world of modern man.  (Yeah, dude, that sounds like a good excuse for ditching your booty call.)  Vic leaves and Sheena remains in the tribal world, riding her pet zebra.

Everything I've described works well enough in terms of pure function.  The problem is, there's no fire to any of it: nothing that makes one want to embrace the fantasy.  The scripting by the four writers (one of whom is BATMAN's Lorenzo Semple Jr.) is usually heavy-handed and graceless, though thankfully, not usually "campy."  The romance-scenes between Sheena and Vic are tedious despite some brief scenes with Tanya Robert's bared breasts.  But most of all, the idea of Sheena as an unblemished jungle-dwelling virginal presence simply robs the central character of any power. The comic-book Sheena wasn't especially complex, but she was marvelously tough and could endure any number of knocks on the head before rocketing back to trounce the villains.  Even had the producers selected some actress less willowy than Tanya Roberts-- say, Sandahl Bergman-- I believe their Sheena would still have come across as a "weak sister."

On a minor sociological note, Otwani is an African who seems to have been entirely Americanized, without a trace of African culture in him.  Apparently the fame he obtained from playing football in America went to his head and created in him the desire to supplant his brother.  Usually African villains in jungle-films tend to go the other way-- reactionary defenders of tribal ways-- so seeing an African transformed into an "Ugly Black American" has a small degree of appeal.

The original comic-book Sheena, who had no super-powers and only rarely encountered supernormal threats, fits my "uncanny category" under the trope of "outre outfits skills and devices." This Sheena dwells in a more fantastic world of telepathy, healing dirt and prophecies that come true, so the film itself falls into the "marvelous" category.  The 2000-02 SHEENA teleseries borrowed several ideas from the movie.  That Sheena (Gena Lee Nolin) goes from being a telepath to a shapeshifter, but keeps approximately the same costume (no leopard-skin bikini again, doggone it) and the idea of a female teacher who initates the white heroine into the tribe.  Thankfully, Nolin's Sheena does know how to roughhouse as well as the Fiction House Sheena, so the appeal of the original comic book got some props in that series as well.

ULTRA WARRIOR (2000)

 



ULTRA WARRIOR is a mess. I imagine the director, or whoever organized it, probably sold the project to Roger Corman on the strength of how cheap it would be due to all the old footage from other Corman films he could use.

Ironically, though the VHS art makes protagonist Rudolf Kenner l(Dack Rambo) look like Conan, he's really a corporate stooge working for a future-corporation following a nuclear catastrophe. He's sent to a small town named Oblivion to secure mineral rights to the town's wealth of "zirconium," which is somehow of use in fighting a space-war (which has nothing to do with the main plot). However, the grotty human bosses of the town so oppress the mutant underclass that Kenner ends up helping them rebel against the humans.

WARRIOR's only distinction is that though it's clearly following the example of MAD MAX, its hero seems modeled more on the heroes of naturalistic western-films.

SAMSON AND THE MIGHTY CHALLENGE (1964)

 



PHENOMENALITY: *marvelous*
MYTHICITY: *fair*
FRYEAN MYTHOS: *comedy*
CAMPBELLIAN FUNCTIONS: *metaphysical*


Toward the tail-end of the Italian peplum craze, filmmakers began to team up the fabled heroes in the hope of pumping up their box-office returns. Until recently, I would have said that the best of these was 1963's HERCULES, SAMSON AND ULYSSES. However, the cheerful death-knell for the subgenre was most effectively sounded by this 1964 film. played for exuberant comedy.

The film begins with Hercules riding his steed up to a crossroads. At this point his heavenly father Zeus suddenly addresses the hero, telling him rather redundantly that he's at a crossroads-- though Zeus actually means a spiritual crossroads, since one road will lead Hercules to "virtue" and the other to "vice."  Though only lovers of mythic minutiae may appreciate this scene, it's a spoof of a Stoic story about Hercules choosing between virtue and vice, a visual trope that became popular in Renaissance art. The movie's Hercules promptly chooses vice, much to Zeus' frustration.

However, the all-father has his ways of getting even. Hercules happens upon a party of women-- Princess Omphale and her retinue-- swimming in the sea. Omphale gets tangled in a net and Hercules saves her from drowning-- at which point Zeus apparently takes a leaf from Aprhodite and causes his son to fall in love with this "virtuous" princess.  What Zeus fails to consider is that Omphale already has a mortal boyfriend, so that she scorns Hercules' attempts to court her.

The king and queen don't know quite what to do with the unwelcome suitor, but one of their slaves comes up with a brilliant idea: to set Hercules with a task he can't complete, and then deny his suit. Hercules promptly accomplishes the first couple of tasks with ease. Then someone gets the idea to force Hercules to fight the "strongest man in the world," and they further deceive Hercules by voicing the requirement as an oracle from the gods.  Hercules expresses confusion about being forced to fight himself, until it's explained that he's not technically a man, but a demigod-- and that the strongest mortal is actually the foreign-born Samson.  Hercules agrees to fight Samson before the court, so a contingent of courtiers is sent to fetch Samson.

Unfortunately, Samson is married to the possessive Delilah, who doesn't want him traveling to the big city and messing around with other women. She cuts a lock of his hair, and he loses his strength so that even she can shove him to the ground without much effort. The courtiers can't persuade the weakened Samson to come, so they enlist the brutish Ursus-- who isn't much like the noble fellow who had his own series-- to kidnap Samson. Another local hero, Maciste, objects to Ursus' bullying and defeats the brute. Eventually Samson is given a bribe to accompany the courtiers and "throw the fight" to Hercules.  Maciste and Ursus follow along for no particular reason. Eventually Samson's hair grows back-- though not before Hercules trounces him-- and the film concludes in a big battle royale between the four musclemen and the palace guards.

It's not often that I find an Italian slapstick film as funny as its makers think it is. But MIGHTY CHALLENGE, while no masterpiece, provides its share of light-hearted yocks.

SHE (1965)

 



PHENOMENALITY: *marvelous*
MYTHICITY: *fair*
FRYEAN MYTHOS: *drama*
CAMPBELLIAN FUNCTIONS: *metaphysical, psychological, sociological*

As I’ve not revisited the 1935 RKO adaptation in some time, I tend to rate Hammer’s version as second to the 1925 silent. While the characterization of central character Ayesha is never more than adequate, Ursula Andress wins the beauty contest between the first three actresses to essay the role in feature-length films. Further, I believe that this time Andress attempted to put across Ayesha's majesty, whereas in most of her other movie-roles, she had only two expressions: angry and sexy.  (To be sure, Andress was given the same dubbed voice used in DOCTOR NO, so one can only judge her acting through expression.) In addition, long-time Hammer composer James Bernard devised a haunting Ayesha-theme that easily surpasses any musical accompaniment in the other two adaptations.

Those are the film’s foremost pluses. The minuses are more numerous, though they tend to be more like minor aggravations than insuperable difficulties.

I didn’t mind very much that the script altered the relationship between Holly (Peter Cushing) and Vincey (John Richardson). To keep things simple, now they’ve become acquainted through serving in a war, and Holly’s former manservant Job (Bernard Cribbins), who goes along for the ride, is now Holly’s wartime orderly. The script thus situates their quest to find a “lost civilization” as a sort of escapism from the horrors of war, which I found rather reductive. In addition, since the protagonists are not that invested in delving into archaic mysteries, the scripters resort to having an emissary of Ayesha (Christopher Lee) come looking for Vincey, the purported descendant of her ancient love Kallikrates. This plot-ploy weakens the high drama of Ayesha patiently waiting for the reincarnated return of her lost love.

The film is faithful to the development that Vincey, while accompanying his friends on their quest, meets a young Arabian woman, Ustane, with whom he falls in love prior to meeting Ayesha. The questers also meet the Amahagger, the African tribe under Ayesha’s dominion, and though the book gave a decent reason for the tribe to be dominantly white, Hammer chose to have the majority of the tribesmen played by what I assume to be Afro-British actors. One result of the change is that later, when Ayesha consighs a number of tribesmen to a fiery pit, it makes the film appear to have a racial bias that probably didn’t occur to the filmmakers.

Most of the plot-events are reasonably true to the book: Vincey’s mesmerized reaction to Ayesha, her relation of her history with Kallikrates, her assertion of authority over her rival Ustane. The main problem is one of attitude. Director Robert Day, perhaps due to his long history in television production, films everything in a very flat, lusterless manner, so that even though Hammer spent a pretty penny on the budget, the sets and costumes remain underwhelming. With the possible exception of John Richardson, who has the look but not the dynamism of Vincey, all of the actors acquit themselves fairly well. But only Andress seems invested in her role, possibly because she was the center of the story. And not even Day’s banal direction takes away the commingled beauties of Ayesha’s reunion with the Flame of Life, as accompanied by Bernard’s lilting strings.


Unlike the novel, SHE ’65 felt the need to go out with a bang, so at the climax the Amahagger revolt against the people of Kor and Vincey has a fight with Chris Lee’s envious high priest. This makes SHE ’65 the first combative version of the story, with Ayesha functioning as the combative type whose power is largely in her retinue of soldiers and servants.

TARZAN'S GREATEST ADVENTURE(1959)

 




PHENOMENALITY: *uncanny*
MYTHICITY: (1) *fair*
FRYEAN MYTHOS: *adventure*
CAMPBELLIAN FUNCTION: *psychological, sociological*



TARZAN'S GREATEST ADVENTURE (compared to another Tarzan film) proved a different kettle of pirahna. It was the first color Tarzan film shot on location, and director John Guillermin did yeoman service to make this flick one of, if not the absolute greatest, Tarzan adventures. Gullermin and his cameramen rarely provide a dull or static set-up, and ample closeups insure that all the actors-- not just Gordon Scott, who finally gets to speak regular English-- get strong support.

Tarzan is still a "jungle cop" here, but this time the script centers his need to protect his jungle in a personal code of ethics. A group of white raiders masquerading as black tribesmen kill several people to obtain a cache of nitroglycerine, planning to go upriver by boat to unearth a lost diamond mine. Tarzan goes after the raiders, comprised of three henchmen (one played by the then-unknown Sean Connery), the leader's girlfriend (Scilla Gabel), and the leader, a brutal hunter with whom Tarzan has crossed paths before, the ruthless Slade (Anthony Quayle).

To further complicate Tarzan's mission, he has a chance encounter with young aviatrix Angie (Sara Shane), who is loosely implied to be a high-class call girl, or at least some sort of 1950s "swinger." Following that first encounter, Angie takes a shine to the taciturn ape-man and, knowing that he plans to follow the raiders by canoe, uses her plane to locate Tarzan's canoe. She foolishly buzzes him, probably hoping to get his goat, but the plane dies and crashes. Tarzan, not willing to give up his pursuit, takes Angie with him, which seems to be what she wants. Angie is in many ways a stand-in for the member of the audience who fantasizes not about being Tarzan but about fighting alongside Tarzan. Truth to tell, Angie never renders the ape-man all that much aid, but she does become a stronger person for having joined his quest and there's a brief suggestion of a romantic interlude between them. (Jane, as noted above, is no longer referenced.)

Two of Slade's henchmen-- Sean Connery and the man hired to drive the boat-- are the first evildoers to meet grisly ends, though only one of these is attributable to Tarzan. The third henchman, the slimy German Kruger (Niall MacGinnis), nourishes a desire to double-cross the formidable Slade, hoping to get the ape-man to do his dirty work. Girlfriend Toni, however, becomes increasingly stressed by the violence of Slade's endeavors, and at one point reviles Slade for being consumed with the love of death. (Her antipathy for violence isn't consistent: late in the picture the villains capture Angie and Toni offers to torture Angie for information.)

Slade, though, is the outstanding evil personality. After the script has hinted at the earlier acquaintance of Tarzan and Slade, Tarzan finally tells Angie that Slade was responsible for the death of three men during an elephant-hunt. This version of Tarzan makes no bones that he would have killed Slade had "man's law" not vindicated him; thus Slade's new crime gives Tarzan the chance to redress an old wound. For Slade, Tarzan is the Worthy Opponent he's always desired; Toni even claims to be "jealous" of the way Slade watches for signs of his valued enemy. Toni, incidentally, perishes falling into a trap Slade sets for Tarzan, indicating that maybe she should have sought a somewhat less obsessed man-friend.

Finally, though all of the action-scenes in GREATEST prove enjoyable, the final battle between muscular Scott and bearlike Quayle remains one of cinema's best one-on-one battles, again using natural settings to fine effect. Following Tarzan's inevitable victory, the story ends on a rather bittersweet note as he contemplates the leavetaking of Angie.

In terms of fantasy-cinema, this is certainly Guillermin's tour de force, making one wonder where his talents had flown when he directed works like KING KONG (1976) and SHEENA (1984).


HONOR ROLL #79, OCTOBER 27

 ANTHONY QUAYLE feeds Tarzan a line.



JOHN RICHARDSON gives in to the villainy of SHE-- but who wouldn't?



As Samson, HOWARD ROSS has good reason not to let his hair down.



In this movie DACK RAMBO gets second billing to tons and tons of old footage from other flicks.



TANYA ROBERTS just can't be the real Sheena without a leopard-skin outfit. 



Since it wasn't easy being green (lantern), RYAN REYNOLDS went swimming in the dead end of the pool.




CAPTAIN AMERICA (1944)

 




PHENOMENALITY: *marvelous*
MYTHICITY: *poor*
FRYEAN MYTHOS: *adventure*
CAMPBELLIAN FUNCTIONS: *psychological*


Republic's 1944 adaptation of Timely Comics' Captain America is often slammed for some of the cosmetic changes to the hero: the elimination of wings from his cowl and of the hero's signature shield. What I find more peculiar is the casting of lead Dick Purcell. Given that Hollywood serials boasted many male actors who had jaws no less square-cut than that of the comics-character, why did they go with a fellow whose head is shaped like an egg? In terms of acting, Purcell is no better or worse than most of serial-actors, but in the terms of the image he presents, he's a strange choice for one of the last superheroes seen in chapter-plays.

It's also rather peculiar that, at a time when the Allies had not yet won WWII, one of the heroes most associated with fighting Nazis was occupied with battling an evil mastermind. The Scarab (Lionel Atwill) is concerned only with committing various acts of theft, and Captain America is not army private Steve Rogers, but fighting district attorney Grant Gardner. The previous year, Republic had pitted their original hero The Masked Marvel against Japanese saboteurs, so the company was hardly opposed to Axis-fighting. This Wikipedia article suggests that the serial was originally intended to be another project that was simply re-routed into a Captain America adaptation, but the truth may never be known.

As Republic serials go, CAPTAIN AMERICA is just fair. It delivers a decent collection of hard-hitting fights and exotic death-traps, and Purcell is nicely doubled by stuntman Dale Van Sickel. Female lead Lorna Gray, playing an aide to Gardner, is given a spunky characterization (at one point she fools a Scarab henchman into disclosing his identity) and has one shootout with a thug that ends badly for said thug. But for modern viewers the actor to watch is Lionel Atwill. No one could screw a monocle into his eye as malefically as could Atwill.

His character is also the principal source of the serial's meager psychological interest. His alter ego Doctor Maldor initially kills off the other members of a Mayan expedition because Maldor/Scarab thinks that they received greater monetary rewards than he did, though the serial doesn't waste much time detailing his grievances. The Scarab is essentially the figure of the Envious Brother, wreaking havoc on all those who received more than he did. He's also a figure of conspicuous consumption, since he's equally concerned with stealing pricey valuables and scientific weapons-- though unlike a lot of serial villains, he doesn't seem interested in selling weapons to foreign nationals.

It would interesting to know if the scriptwriters of the serial knew in advance that Atwill would be cast as the villain. The actor had already become strongly associated with the horror-genre from films like 1939's SON OF FRANKENSTEIN. Scarab's death-devices, whether created via his expertise with Mayan drugs or swiped from others, often have a macabre feel: "purple death" poison, a method for reviving the dead, and best of all, the concluding menace of the "mummifying gas." This theme certainly wasn't coincidence, for in the first chapter a newsman mentions that it's ironic that the villain has assumed this cognomen, since for "the ancients" the figure of the scarab symbolized eternal life. The film doesn't end with the villain dying in some explosion he might have conceivably escaped; instead, the film ends with the Scarab being executed for his murders at midnight, even though the film spares the audience from the sight of the villain's actual demise.