While nowhere near a slog as Beast of Yellow Night (which was handled by RiffTrax), this movie continues the tradition of 1970s American/Filipino co-productions being a something of a chore to watch. I'd say it's about dead even on whether this or The Brain That Wouldn't Die is the more grueling movie to sic on a new host. Still had some good moments, like the SAT Study Guide: 70s Dirtbag Edition. But the true star of the host segments was the Password-esque game show where you might get dropped into a crab pit. Especially where Emily gets told to identify which is Logan and which is Vic, or a darling little lamb will be dropped in the crab pit. I don't blame her for getting stressed. It's like those two nearly identical female characters in Radar Secret Service who, when they appear in the same scene, prompt Crow into saying, "Wait, I thought that woman was that woman."

Favorite riffs

Can't we get beyond Atlantis?

Some questionable choices for a tourism video.

Weekend at Bernie's 3: Havana Nights.

This music makes me feel like I won a consolation prize.

All the animals were harmed in the making of this film.

Mike Brady's lost weekend.

"What's the pitch?"
It's called Dinoriders.

I think the horn speaks for all of us.

"Let's get the he!! outta here before the whole d@mn city boards us."
I know you're joking sir, but that would seriously break our occupancy codes.

Water Reclamation Reservoir of the Damned.

And they said you couldn't sneak into Disney's Polynesian Resort.

We've secretly replaced these divers' regular oxygen tanks with helium. Let's see if they notice.

I'm gonna find that didgeridoo player and snap his neck.

Set your harpoon to stun.

This way. Just follow the ominous music.

Show some respect. This is where we hold Open Mike Night.

"I would have a chance to find a way for myself. To be a woman and not just a tool for survival."
Bad news, honey.

She's only doing this for detached scientific research.

Ian Flounder's James Pond in Live and Let Dive.

Dear Scuba Weekly, I never thought it would happen to me.

Even the boat isn't back at the boat.

This suspense is boring me.

Brooke Shields and Brooke Shields in The Grey Lagoon.

Botticelli's Death of Venus.

The real pearls were the friends we made along the way.

Never even heard of this one.

It can be seen as a sort of 1970s Filipino remake of Treasure of the Sierra Madre.

Thanks for the info.