Okay, hold on, back up the drink cart here. Am I understanding this right? Is the narrator dude trying to tell us that these cavemen sacrifice three hotties every morning to make the sun come up? You run out of pussy fast, perpetrating a scheme like that. However they're working it, this time one of the hotties escapes, and she gets rescued by some sensible cavemen who know the value of a piece of ass in a lawless, no-rape-left-behind environment like caveman times or the Greek system. Later the cavemen who saved her decide they want to kill her too, but by this point the narrator is gone, long gone, check cashed at the bank it was drawn on and undoubtedly on his second beer, so there's no way we'll ever know what their problem is. Why? Because everyone else in this flick uses some made-up caveman language, so whenever they're talking it's completely incomprehensible and thus hilariously pointless. Which is especially moronic seeing as talking makes up the vast majority of this movie. In fact, here's a rough breakdown of everything that makes up When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth:

• People in their underwear spouting gibberish: 70%

• Cool-ass dinosaur effects: 15%

• Stone Age catfights: 1%

• Nipples accidentally slipping out of cavegirl costumes: < 1%

• Miscellaneous (walking around, freaking out, standing on a beach/staring at the sea): 14%

The dinosaur/monster effects are pretty kickass (I especially liked the giant crabs), so my suggestion is to watch those parts, and just fast-forward through the rest of this flop. I can absolutely guarantee you won't be missing a single thing you'd want to see. Except maybe that nipple.