One Million Years B.C. Review
OK
My two-year old daughter got a kick out of the claymation dinosaurs and I enjoyed Raquel Welch's fur bra and pantie outfit, but let's face it, One Million Years B.C. is a ridiculously guilty pleasure -- at best. The only spoken dialogue is narration -- the story, of a man kicked out of his tribe who hooks up with Welch's beachdwellers, only to do battle with his old tribe and lots of clay creatures (including giant turtles and iguanas) is told completely through grunting and chest beating. Though in the case of Welch, this can be a good thing.
