I almost feel embarassed to admit that I have watched this pile of junk. One could justify it by saying that in order to find a pearl it is necessary to shift tons of s---! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
A previous reviewer who referred to this as 'third rate' is being too kind.
The studio blurb declared ; 'Two years in the making'. At least the director( I use the term loosely) William Castle, had sufficient humour to say it should have read: 'two years in the talking, fifteen days in the making'!' Tacky John Waters seemed to regard Castle as God-like but one must remember this is the clown who judged Meyer's 'Faster, Pussycat, kill, kill!' to be one of the great films. The highlight of course is the kinky cabaret in which nubile Julie Newmar dances while wearing only gold spray paint and the type of fabric bikini so fashionable in the 1950's. This only confirms that gold is the most powerful currency! No need to dwell on the bullet-bra worn by Rhonda Fleming as Cleo as this might be regarded as 'trivia' and I would be loth to lower the tone of such a lofty and high-minded enterprise as this. I have no doubt that the actors had a bloody good laugh so why shouldn't we!
Review of Serpent of the Nile
