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No, it's not about dinosaurs. The title makes you think of dinosaurs but there aren't any dinosaurs. Instead, there's really mean, scary, nasty seaweed. THE LOST CONTINENT was directed by Michael Carreras (BLOOD FROM THE MUMMIES TOMB) and written by Michael Nash (his only credit), based on the book by Dennis Wheatley (THE DEVIL RIDES OUT, TO THE DEVIL A DAUGHTER). It opens with a rust bucket of a cargo ship out running a customs boat off the coast of Africa. Everyone on board seems surprised that Captain Lansen (Eric Porter: THE DAY OF THE JACKAL, HANDS OF THE RIPPER) won't stop for customs but they’re too intimidated to press the issue. The ship also contains an assortment of passengers who were too damned to qualify for the Flying Dutchmen. There's mean drunk and insistent piano player Harry Tyler (Tony Beckley: THE FIEND), the very German Eva Peters (Hidegard Knef: WITCHERY, DUMMY OF DEATH), the uncaring physician Dr. Webster (Nigel Stock) and his nymphomaniac daughter Unity (Suzanna Leigh: LUST FOR A VAMPIRE, SON OF DRACULA), and the mysterious Ricaldi (Benito Carruthers), all served by cheerful bartender Patrick (Jimmy Hanley: THE RADIO CAB MURDER). A radio alert comes in, warning of a hurricane directly in their path, but the Captain still insists on full steam ahead, much to the terror of the gutless first officer (Neil McCallum). The tension increases when the crew discovers a store room loaded with what turns out to be high explosive (if the crew didn't put it in the store room, then who did?). This volatile chemical has the amusing property of exploding on contact with water. When the first officer finds out about the explosive he insists on turning the ship around. The Captain suggests they put it to a vote among the passengers, knowing full well that all of these ne'er-do-wells for one reason or another can’t go back. Their reaction to the approaching storm is a non-reaction. In fact, this decadent bunch doesn't react to much of anything. When a crewman comes running in to the bar to tell them the ship is sinking, they just stare at him. Shortly afterwards, when they're told the hole in the ship is in the storage room with all the water-sensitive explosives, they order another round from the bar. What does it take to get to these morons? A mutiny results in most of the crew abandoning ship. The Captain finally manages to rouse his passengers to action and gets them to help him move the explosives out of the flooded compartment, but then he too decides to head for the lifeboats. The movie spends the next 20 minutes or so following the hardships of the passengers and the few remaining crew members as they float aimlessly around the ocean in the lifeboat. We're more than halfway in to this waste of time and no one has said, "Hey! Is that a Lost Continent?". Okay, time for a !!!SCIENCE
MOMENT!!!: Finally we get to the weird part. The lifeboat drifts into the Sargasso Sea, a real area of the Atlantic known for lots of seaweed. I never saw this kind of seaweed on the Discovery Channel, however, because it reaches up to get you and its touch draws blood. Shortly after drifting into the seaweed they drift into their ship! The one they abandoned because they were sure it was going to sink or blow up or something. Patrick the bartender is still on board, drunk and happy. The seaweed pulls the ship deeper into the misty Sargasso and finally we see it: the mountainous coast of the Lost Continent. The only frustrating part is THEY NEVER GO THERE! The rest of this very bad movie takes place slogging through the seaweed as they meet giant rubber monsters, fanatical descendants of the Spanish Conquistadors and a big-breasted local girl who walks across the seaweed by using snow-shoes and two balloons strapped to her shoulders. Big, round, firm balloons. This might have made it into the so-bad-its-good category if they hadn't taken forever to get to the weird part. I give it one Negative Shriek Girl.
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