It was the New Year's Day Videofest, and this year's theme was B.C. And what better movie than this one?

Actually, practically any movie in the world would be better than this one, it really sucked rocks. This is the movie from 1966 that is remembered for two things:

1. The abovementioned bikini-clad Welch (seriously, this poster was only superseded by the Farrah Fawcett one ten years later). She was a seriously cute babe back then, and was pretty much the only good thing about this movie.

2. THERE IS NO DIALOGUE. I am not joking. They shot a feature-length movie about cavemen and (low budget and bad writing notwithstanding) tried to get all artsy and just had the actors grunt and gesture and point at stuff. They sort of say names in one scene, pointing at themselves and each other, but that was about it.

   They tried this kind of thing in Quest for Fire in 1981, a movie I saw with a pre-Mr. Otter boyfriend who has been immortalized with the epithet Boring Steve, and it was very unsuccessful in that movie as well, it was a real dog. In that one Anthony Burgess came up with a 'language' for the prehistoric people to speak. Still didn't work. Duller than dishwater.

   But I digress.

   This is a movie that I've heard about since I was a kid, mostly with the words bad, awful and stinkeroo attached close by the title. But I had never seen it, so we bravely went forward.

   And I have to say one thing: all those people were right, it's TERRIBLE. The one good thing about there being no dialogue is that we had no hesitation at all in msting the heck out of it, which is the only way we all survived.

   But later in the day, when we watched Caveman, we were actually glad we had seen this dog!