Mark of the Gorilla (1950)

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the Gorilla doesn't sleep tonight. How wonderfully silly. Johnny Weissmuller stars as Jungle Jim, getting himself in a serialisation of a character not a million miles away from the Tarzan role that would define his film career. Plot has Jungle Jim going about his jungle business, hunting in the wild and larking about with his animal pals, when he is suddenly thrust into a mystery involving dubious Gorillas, stolen Nazi treasure and the protection of a couple of babes. Nefarious treasure hunters will stop at nothing to get the treasure, but they hadn't counted on Jim and his animal pals. Hooray! What follows is a blend of stock wildlife footage with Jungle Jim wrestling a number of fake creatures, including men in Gorilla suits who are about as subtle as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Dummies are flung off of cliffs when the chance arises, the human acting is about as useful as a brick built toilet at the Rhinoceros swamp, and Jim's indestructible being puts Captain Scarlet to shame. The animals are really cool, with Caw Caw the crow smarter than your average Gorilla and Skipper the dog capable of fighting off a lion and celebrating with a good smoke when survival of the fittest is assured. Crappy but honest with it, a good time assured for those of us who trawl the lowbrow splinter of jungle based adventures... 6/10

Johnny Weissmuller reprises his "Jungle Jim" character in this entertainingly dreadful drama that sees him having to face down some marauding gorillas. Except. Wait for it... Are they actually gorillas? Perhaps they are really people dressed up? Why? Well, it turns out that there is some long lost Nazi bullion hidden amongst the dense jungle of California. What's more, these creatures can throw a rock a mean distance and they have a top secret hideout too. Luckily (or not) "Jim" has two damsels to help him out on his quest to thwart this evil plan. "Barbara" (Trudy Marshall) and the local "Nyobi" (Suzanne Dalbert) but will they be enough against the menacing "Brandt" (Onslow Stevens) and his gang? It's so bad it's funny, this, with precisely no effort made to create the supposed leafy environment as these nimble furry critters clamber over the desert boulders trying to stop their heads coming off or knocking over the pot plants. There's an annoying little dog in here too, and by the denouement you almost want the baddies to win just because you know that despite their overwhelming cunning and firepower, good will prevail. The acting and writing merit no mention at all and basically it's just terrible.