Jungle Jim  - Mark of the Gorilla

               

Director: William Berke
Year: 1950
Rating: 5.5

For a Jungle Jim film this isn't half bad. Or half good. The IMDB blurb reads "Nazis dressed to look like Great Apes are looking for gold, and Jungle Jim must stop them.". No way I could pass that up. It turns out to be a bit misleading - they are men in gorilla suits looking for Nazi gold. But not Nazis. Just Trump supporters. Still it is pretty crazy. Giant apes are throwing down rocks on wardens of an animal sanctuary. One is killed who is carrying a letter from the head Warden to Jungle Jim. A bird picks it up and delivers it to Jim. Faster than our mail delivery these days. The bird turns out to be the smartest one in the film. On another occasion Jim is tied up and the bird picks up a burning cigarette and beaks it to Jim to burn the ropes. I need a bird like that. But not the parrot that gives a running commentary of a gin rummy game. And calls the woman a babe. That would be annoying. Though she (Suzanne Dalbert) is.



So these guys are dressing up as gorillas to scare away the natives from a buried treasure that the Nazis left behind. At one point the gorilla throws a knife at Jim and opens a leopard cage to stop Jim from chasing him. Jungle Jim thoughtfully says "Pretty smart for a gorilla". There are in fact two babes at the preserve - but no romance going on here. Not with Jungle Jim. He must be waiting for Jane to show up. Weissmuller doesn't let down his boy fans. He wrestles a lion, a tiger and when he falls into the water a giant snake. Take that Tarzan. There is also a big shoot-out as well in which a lot of people are killed - that surprised me. Directed by William Berke, another fine B film director who also directed the first two Jungle Jim's - this being the third.



Some of the best things about these jungle films are the stock footage they show of animals - there is some good footage here and at the beginning of the film the narrator gives an anti-hunting lecture which I fully endorse!. Or at least don't call it a sport. Some sport. Call it a killing. You have a gun and an animal going about its business has nothing.