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Amazons And Gladiators Ft. Tropical Mary

Posted by James

Year of Release: 2001
Genre: Adventure / Drama
IMDB Rating: 2.8 / 10
Level of Awful: Medium
Breast-O-Meter: 4 /5

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Here at the B-Horror Blog we pride ourselves on our varied and eclectic taste in terrible cinema. Whether it’s a terrible monster movie, various kinds of weather wreaking havoc on small towns, questionably scientific escapades, the Twilight franchise, or horrendously Historically Inaccurate movies, you know that Tropical Mary and I will be there. To give you an idea of just how historically inaccurate Amazons and Gladiators (which, by the way, contains no real Amazons or gladiators) is, here’s a run down of the plot: just after the Punic Wars, a man named Crassus (or, in the movie, Crassius) takes down Spartacus, the leader of the Third Servile War against Rome. Under the leadership of an unspecified Caesar, Crassius must do battle against a band of unruly Amazonian women. When the Amazons defeat Crassius, they band together with the Visigoths to bring down the Roman Empire. Now, for a timeline:

Third Punic War (presumably what the movie is referring to), fought between the Carthaginians and Romans from 149 to 146 BC.
Third Servile War, led by Spartacus and fought from 73 – 71 BC.
Marcus Licinius Crassus, lived c. 115 – 53 BC.
Julius Caesar (presumably the Caesar in question), lived 100 – 44 BC.
Visigoth invasion of Roman Empire, successive invasions from 376 – 382 AD.

And yet this all happens in the space of a few years in this movie. Yeah, can’t say much more about the historical inaccuracy than that. Plus there’s the regular things like appalling acting and not much of a budget, not to mention the thinly veiled accents, although the breasts were really out in force for this one, so that might count for something.

TWO breasts? No Amazon in her right mind would have TWO breasts.

Wow, Paramount really let itself go with this one…
Amazons and Gladiators presents: A remedial child’s attempt to learn Linear B.
Lord Smarmacus has arrived.
Zanobia, Gwyneth and Serena? Where the hell are we?
Damn it, she’s still giving gradual chase!
Connor? Seriously, where the fuck are we?
Gallo – master of the tuning fork.
God I love some thumpin’ Roman techno beats…
Ooh, it’s the Dance of the 5 Veils!
What a delightful push-up bra this one has on.
You know, freedom would look really good on you.
A two-boobed Amazon spy? OK, sure…
The basic rule of Amazon camp is ‘midriff OUT!’.
It’s rare to come across such masters of ancient Amazonian pleather.
Dahlia and Ariel? No seriously guys, where the hell are we?!
Finally, an answer! We’re in Transylvanian Rome.
This is the tiniest colosseum you’re ever gonna see.
Your fate was sealed with a broken ankle.
Seriously? A broken ankle? Three goddesses dedicated to deciding how people die and they picked a broken ankle? Fuck, that’s a shit way to go…
Grey Haven? In Transylvanian Rome? With Zanobia, Gwyneth, Serena, Dahlia, and Ariel? I’m so confused…
Quickly! Kill them with wheat!
I condemn thee to death by Cornflakes!
Croissants? In Transylvanian Rome? With Gwyneth and Serena? I’m even more confused.
The Battle of Grey Haven? Must have missed that somewhere in my 7-year education.
There’s no better dog than the Roman Alsatian.
What gorgeous French manicures these Transylvanian Roman whores have.
Behold! The most underwhelming death of them all!
The End.