If by "Amazon jail" you actually mean "shack in the woods," then sure, OK.
Here's what I was able to piece together and reasonably present to you as a plot synopsis for Amazon Jail: A whole bunch of mildly unhappy women are being held captive in a very flimsy-looking wooden shack. Their captors are a husband-wife team of mega-pervs. He looks like the unholy union between Jerry Garcia and Anna Nicole Smith; she looks like a withered old gal who's just likely to dig into the Chick Pile before too long.
Beyond that, I'm pretty much at a loss. Directed by sleaze-churner Oswaldo De Oliveira (Bare Behind Bars) and jam-packed with hilariously moronic over-dubbed dialogue, Amazon Jail is just another soft-core smut import that'll most likely appeal only to the trenchcoat crowd -- although with home-porn so readily available these days, I suspect the "trenchcoat crowd" is a dying breed. We can hope so, anyway.
Existing as nothing more than a gamey framework on which to hang a lot of sweaty Brazilian skin, Amazon Jail does ramble all over the place, culminating in a series of subplots that (vaguely) deal with rape, escape, snakebites, leaf-bikinis, body paint, and some evil priest-dude who pops up at the last minute to ogle the grungy chicks. Obviously the flick is trash, and it's intermittently amusing trash, too, but Amazon Jail is more tiresome and doofy than it is salaciously sleazy.
Video: The semi-movie is presented in an anamorphic widescreen (1.66:1) transfer, and it looks pretty good for a movie that has the sheen of an overused ashtray.
Audio: Dolby Digital 2.0. The dialogue sounds like it was originally recorded inside of a very large tin can, and this audio transfer replicates the goofy overdub in fine fashion. (Decide for yourself whether that's a good thing.)
Extras: Just the original trailer.
If all you're after is 90 minutes of bare boobage, you can certainly find better ways to acquire them.