An unintentional laughfest, Salome, Where She Danced is an amazingly bad movie, the kind of hopeless mess that is impossible to purposely come up with, no matter how hard latter day camp-meisters might try. Yes, despite the fact that it is truly a horror, Salome is a great deal of fun to experience -- and "experience" is the key word. Scenarist Laurence Stallings probably hung his head in shame over what he wrought, and with good reason, but bad movie mavens the world over love him for the totally implausible, "let's try anything" plot that he devised, as well as the overripe, tangy and tasty dialogue he forced upon the cast. Under the circumstances, no actors could overcome the material, but most of the cast is far from capable of even making that attempt -- which is all to the good in terms of a "good bad movie." Star Yvonne De Carlo looks fabulous and certainly has some alluring moves, but her acting is dreadful, hammy, obvious -- just what is called for. David Bruce is flat as can be, Rod Camerton is ridiculous, and Abner Biberman's Chinese-by-way-of-Scotland interpretation is simply indescribable. A glorious misfire, Salome is treat for cult movie fans.