Allan Quatermain and the Lost City of Gold

I'm 7 minutes into it and OMG THIS MOVIE. Good ol' DIck Chambermaid goes busting through the jungles in search of dark-skinned savages. HOLY SHIT IS THAT HENRY SILVA? I'm shocked this hasn't been remade starring The Rock. Lesson learned: Sharon Stone knows her Phoenicians but can't buy a suit to save her life. I wish the suit had taken her life, would have spared of us... well, everything she's ever done. Holy crap, I'm 12 minutes in and I have no idea why i'm still watching. I blame the wine.

The Quatermain character has been around a long time, the movie however is a cheap attempt to capitalize on the Indiana Jones success. I gave this 30 extra points because my grandmother took me to see this in theater.

I hated it when I was 12, and I hated nothing when I was 12.

Garbage squared.

There is some charm here but I can't help but feel embarrassed for the actors, especially James Earl Jones.

Having Cassandra Peterson in this movie and not giving her any actual speaking lines is enough for me to give this movie a rotten score. Too bad as Henry Silva wonderfully hams it up in his usual acting style. James Earl Jones hopefully got paid a lot for being in this subpar follow up to the more enjoyable first movie.

Cheap and cheesy. A 90 minute advertisement to remind you to GIS Cassandra Peterson.

Ever heard of acclaimed director Gary Nelson? No?! This is why.

The unwanted sequel list grows. Believe it or not, this is even worse than its predecessor! The flimsiest Tarzan B movie is a classic when compared to this tedious waste of time.

I don't quite remember it but the scenes when the earth opens and swallow a bunch of idiots. But i guess is not that awful.

Passes the time.

Here and there it's much better than the first movie but overal it just doesn't beat the first one either. The best thing in this movie is that James Earl Jones is in there but even he can't save the written diloque that sounds stupid pretty much all the time. Everything is still well till at the end of the movie where the whole thing just gets out of hands and we have most stupid directing ever.

cheap Indy knock off, but at least not as bad as Tennessee Buck...

Upon deep introspection I have desperately tried to conjure up something positive to say about this. Here goes: "Nice hair, Mr. Silva. Nice hair." Reminds me of the old Tarzans where I found myself routing for anybody (natives, animals, acts of god, anything) willing to off the interfering white men.