Scene: Kabiage, a newly independent South African country. Native population: alternatively bloodthirsty and servile. Political leadership: one King, scheming to sacrifice white females on his ancestral mountain; and one Oxford-educated demagogue, half-white, able to control hordes of tribal elders through mass hypnosis. The only good guys are Afrikaaners, Nature's noblemen, never giving up the fight to save Africa from herself. Into this never-never-land of white supremacy steps a heroine who falls for every man she meets but thinks more about her wardrobe than any of them. Emergent tedium in an almost offensive attempt to modernize the Gothic.