Voodoo Woman

An Anemic Looking Tom Conway Along with a Native Voodoo Priest Experiment on Women.

And Create a Mesmerized Monster.

The Unimpressive Creation is None Other than Paul Blaidsdale.

Wearing His Modified Left-Over Costume (with some shelf wear) from "The She Creature" (1956).

So Lackluster it is Carefully Hidden from the Camera.

Marla English is a Balls-to-the-Wall Killer and Gold Hunter who Orders the Men Around like Slaves and Dominates All Her Scenes.

Hidden Away in a Room Guarded by a Gargantuan Native with an Ever-Present Spear,

is a Platinum Blonde (there's one in every B-Movie of the 50's), Conway's Wife (Susan Gerard).

She Falls for "Touch" Conners in a Millisecond.

The Sets are Dark and Filled with Many Potted Plants with an Ominous, Swirling Smoke Filled Pit.

The Movie is in Motion Most of the Time and can be Fun if You Let It.

Pretty Awful even by Grade "Z" Standards.

Clocking in at a Whopping 87 Min. Its an Epic by Director Ed Cahn Measures.

For Fans of Schlock, 50's Horror, and All things Psychotronic...

Worth a Watch

For Others Feel No Guilt to Ignore.

This 1950's howler is so bad it's unintentionally funny. Tom Conway portrays Dr. Gerard, a scientist who is turning natives into a monster using voodoo. His poor wife, played by Mary Ellen Kay, is being held captive by her wacko hubby who has no time for her but threatens to kill her if she leaves him. Along comes Marla English as a greedy murderess who has already killed a man to find treasure in the jungle. Her idiot boyfriend, portrayed by Lance Fuller, is along on the safari. They hire "Touch" Connors, (later renamed Mike Connors, of Mannix fame) as a guide. English is a terrible actress, but hey, no one else in the cast were turning in academy award winning performances either. "Touch" (I'm sorry, I can't even type the name without cracking up, I mean, what the...) gave the only half way decent performance of the bunch and that's saying a lot. The monster is only seen briefly, and the ending is predictable to say the least. I would say this movie falls into the "it's so bad, it's almost good" category of movies. It's good on a rainy night when nothing else is on the tube.

Voodoo Woman is not the greatest film I have ever seen, but I have certainly seen worse: A LOT WORSE. There are exactly two reasons to watch this movie. 1: Mike Connors ( Ted Bronson). 2: Marla English.( Marilyn Blanchard). Marla in her final film ( she retired to raise a family), is drop dead beautiful as always ( particularly in a sarong). She is also one of the nastiest women you will ever see in a movie ( she murders two men in cold blood). The only thing she cares about is having gold. Connors is the hero here and although it was years earlier, looks just the same as he did on Mannix. He even reminds me of Joe Mannix in a fight: Connors is also the only one who is not stupid, evil or both. Anyway 4/10 stars 2 for Connors and 2 for looking at Marla English.

You must not watch this Edawrd Cahn's film as a vodoo topic, as was I WALKED WITH A ZOMBIE for instance. Nothing in common. This little B horror adventure movie is interesting because most of the characters are not sympathetic at all, ecxcept maybe Mike Connor's and the Susan role. It is cheap, lousy, sometimes laughable, fun to watch. Typical from Eddy Cahn when he had no budget at all and no intention to pull something exceptional. If you are a fan of this kind of fifties horror stuff, and I know there are thousands of them, this film is absolutely unavoidable. I hardly recognized Tom Conway, only his very voice "betrayed" him.

We don't worry about motivations when it comes to guys who want to create new women. Unfortunately, the products aren't very good. Tom Conway, one of Hollywood's least memorable actors, is the jungle man with the cool hat who discovers something rather unsavory is going on among the trees. Well, of course it's an evil scientist. If you want to giggle, just listen to the dialogue. It is overly dramatic and stiff. This one doesn't even have the recommendation of being sort of funny. Unless we have a unique sense of humor.