This has got to be one of, if not THE worst, cannibal films ever made. Not because it's particularly gory or violent or anything, but because it's so inept. But then this is a Jess Franco film after all.
Borrowing heavily from his earlier film "Manhunter" (aka The Devil Hunter), we see Italian B-movie actor Al Cliver heading into the South-American jungle, in search of his long lost daughter, who was captured by a vicious cannibal tribe some 10 years earlier, who also killed his wife and ate his left arm.
Why it's taken him so long to go back and look for her is never fully explained, but it isn't too long before he and his group of intrepid explorers are rounded up and captured by the same tribe, who look more like white Italians/Spaniards than South-American Indios. Fortunately his daughter is still alive and well, and has since become the tribes queen, but will she remember her father and set him free or simply turn him and his friends into the tribes next meal?
Probably better known under it's alternate title "White Cannibal Queen", this really is an absolute stinker. Not only are the so-called tribesmen blatantly being played by white European actors, but since when did primitive tribes speak English, sport dodgy 70's hairstyles, or wear white underpants underneath their loin cloths? Not only this, but the tribes war-paint makes them look like refugees from a KISS concert, then there's the small matter of Al Cliver's severed arm which is all too obviously tucked into his shirt, hunting rifles that are actually air guns etc etc.
In short, like Franco's other films, avoid this one like the plague.