**½ / **** By this point in the Lost in Space run, camp was simply inescapable. Peter Packer couldn’t help himself and his scripts just ran roughshod with sight gags and paid homage to every kind of genre and character type. On occasion, though, a Packer script offered some entertainment that wasn’t entirely kitschy. The Space Primevals is an example of the third season’s schizophrenic storytelling quality. Good adventure mixed with odd lapses. The synopsis (as also listed in my past user comments on the IMDb) had some adventurous elements I quite enjoy: A volatile volcano threatens to erupt and destroy everything (and everyone) in its path, needing to be “plugged”, as Major West and Dr. Smith drive in the Chariot to its location to cap it so that the Jupiter 2 could blast off from the planet on schedule. West and Smith, unfortunately, are interrupted by a race of “primitives” (they have disheveled coifs, grunt, wear skins, etc.) that worship a machine as ultimate
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