She Gods of Shark Reef

Strictly zero-budget exotica, less Corman's South Pacific than, one suspects, an excuse for the film unit to take a Hawaiian holiday. Despite the flimsiest of scripts and not much evidence of more than a long day's shooting, Corman at least honours the implications of the title and offers two chunky beefcake Tab Hunter/Pat Boone lookalikes, prowling around somewhat hilariously in loincloths, as brothers (one good, one bad) stranded on an island inhabited only by women. A film that invites running commentary from the stalls.