Les amazones du temple d'or

I dare say that sometimes things should be taken as they are. Without asking too many questions. Because otherwise you mess up your brain. One such case is Les amazones du temple d'or, one of Eurociné's latest chapters that takes us on a difficult adventure. A complicated mission both from a production and a plot point of view.
Let's take it slow. Let's start by saying that the director credited in the original titles is Alan Payet, while there is an ample hand of Jesus Franco, who brings with him interesting images (not many, let's be clear) and two faithfuls such as Lina Romay, uncredited, and Antonio Mayans.

Then, we are supposed to be in darkest Africa, in a dense forest, but at one point a car is seen speeding along in the background. But that is the least of it. The Amazons of the title are not Greek or African, as they are all white and many blond.
And finally, the protagonist is the daughter of two colonists, whom she sees die. Then, she grows up, raised by the Amazons of the title, becomes an adult and only then does another settler go looking for them because he has no news of them. For about twenty years.
The stroke of genius, however, is that these amazons are capable of making leopard pants, but are completely incapable of making bras, thus walking around the whole story topless. I will return to this subject later.

Let's not make too much of a fuss as I was saying, because in the end Les amazones du temple d'or is such a nonsensical film that it leaves you glued to the screen waiting to see what else incredible happens.

The story tries to tell us about Liana (I don't know if the name was chosen on purpose) Simpson, daughter of two wicked colonisers who after trying to steal the gold of the Amazon mountain are killed by the Amazones themselves. The child is then raised by this tribe, as I said, learning to go around topless and playing with the classic monkey that is never missing in adventure films. Another settler, as I said before, realises at some point that something must have happened there. He goes and finds only Liana to whom he reads his father's diary and to whom he tells who killed his parents. So he sets off for the ‘temple d'or’ in search of revenge, meeting adventurers on his way and taking with him a guy from a tribe who is the comic relief of the story. Arriving at the temple they will have to deal with these evil Amazons, amid torture, bloody fights, so to speak, and prisons with golden bars. It seems that the Amazons do everything with gold, perhaps even the toilets, which unfortunately we do not see.

Les amazones du temple d'or has a very slow pace, especially in the middle part, and it has to be said, if it weren't for the topless women one could lose the thread easily. Franco behind the camera, with the exception of rare moments, merely does his homework with a linear and flat direction.
But the toplessness remains a great gimmick that saves the film. And all in all, it has a synth-based soundtrack (after all, this is the 1980s) that is not bad.