Summary
A celluloid fever-dream dredged from the riptide of 1920 cliff-hangers, The Jungle Princess condenses fifteen reels of Saturday-matinee hysteria into one delirious, incense-thick odyssey. Somewhere between a tiger-haunted Indochinese mirage and the last gasp of imperial fantasy, Juanita Hansen’s nameless queen—part panther, part perfumed enigma—rules over vine-lashed ruins where basalt serpents grin and gold idols sweat in the moon-drip. Al Ferguson’s treasure-hungry explorer, all sweat-stained pith and jodhpurs, staggers in chasing a mythic ruby the size of a child’s heart, only to find himself caught in a web of narcotic orchids, mutinous coolies, and George Chesebro’s leering mercenary, whose smile is a switchblade. The plot pirouettes from quicksand drownings to rope-bridge infernos, from underground lava cathedrals to a ritual where drums beat like arteries and virginal captives are painted cobalt for sacrifice. Frederick Chapin’s intertitles—haiku of dread and lust—bleed across the screen in florid serif, while the camera, drunk on silhouette and kerosene flare, lingers on Hansen’s kohl-rimmed eyes as she commands a leopard to lick blood from her ankle. Betrayal arrives on silent paws: the queen’s confidant, played by Hector Dion, reveals a colonial map etched into his torso, a living parchment of conquest. The final reel combusts in a stampede of flaming elephants, a collapsing temple, and a lingering close-up of the ruby sliding into murky water—wealth swallowed by its own reflection. Love, if it ever lived, is devoured by the jungle’s indifferent maw; only the echo of Hansen’s laughter, half-feral, half-heartbroken, drifts above the credits like opium smoke.
Synopsis
Feature version of The Lost City (1920), a fifteen episode serial.
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