There were two reasons why "Jungle Warriors" was on my must-see list. #1: because I love the juicy-sounding original title in German, "Euer Weg führt durch die Hölle", which roughly translates as "Your path goes through Hell". And #2: because of the downright sublime B-movie cast list including names like John Vernon, Sybil Danning, Woody Strode, Paul Smith, Alex Cord, and Marjoe Gortner.
Well, what can I say? "Jungle Warriors" wasn't worth my time, and it certainly isn't worth yours. Cool as it may sound, a title is a terrible reason for wanting to see a film. And the ensemble cast may look terrific on paper, but it this case it's meaningless. John Vernon and Woody Strode clearly weren't the least bit interested in their roles, only in their paychecks. Sybil Danning never looked more unattractive. Only Paul L. Smith does his stinking best, but he's not a good enough actor to carry the entire film.
The plot also could have been elaborated much better, as it holds quite some potential. During a photoshoot in an exotic jungle location, several fashion models and their producer are taken captive by a local drug cartel. When a major deal is about to take place between the cartel and an American mob boss, the models plan a daring escape. There's action, gore, sleaze, and yet for some incomprehensible reason "Jungle Warriors" is dull beyond words. According to the old and crummy VHS, I watched the uncut 95-minutes version, but the only thing more boring than the spineless gore is the earache-inducing theme song by Marina Arcangeli.
Well, what can I say? "Jungle Warriors" wasn't worth my time, and it certainly isn't worth yours. Cool as it may sound, a title is a terrible reason for wanting to see a film. And the ensemble cast may look terrific on paper, but it this case it's meaningless. John Vernon and Woody Strode clearly weren't the least bit interested in their roles, only in their paychecks. Sybil Danning never looked more unattractive. Only Paul L. Smith does his stinking best, but he's not a good enough actor to carry the entire film.
The plot also could have been elaborated much better, as it holds quite some potential. During a photoshoot in an exotic jungle location, several fashion models and their producer are taken captive by a local drug cartel. When a major deal is about to take place between the cartel and an American mob boss, the models plan a daring escape. There's action, gore, sleaze, and yet for some incomprehensible reason "Jungle Warriors" is dull beyond words. According to the old and crummy VHS, I watched the uncut 95-minutes version, but the only thing more boring than the spineless gore is the earache-inducing theme song by Marina Arcangeli.