In a performance consisting mostly of grunts and one word sentences, blonde bombshell Gale Sherwood finds her Jungle hunk when diamond hunter Leif Erickson (no relation to the famous explorer) locates her after his plane crashes in the middle of her kingdom. He learns that his ruthless employer (Douglas Dumbrille) killed her American parents in front of her when she was a child, leaving her in the jungle to be raised by the natives. Erickson fights to have Dumbrille charged for the ancient crime, and gets help from Dumbrille's floozy wife (Veda Ann Borg) who is obviously in lust with Erickson.

This leads to the potential of cat-fights between Borg and Sherwood and lots of acting in getting the guilty party the justice he deserves. Silly, melodramatic and cheaply made, this is still an enjoyable campy experience, perfect for 1940's Saturday matinée audiences needing an escape after the end of the war, and today, it is still good for a few laughs. Borg gets the best lines, Dumbrille is as sinister as ever, and Frank Jenks provides some corny comedy.