It's amazing that Tarzan didn't immediately kill the career of everyone involved with it. Often, the white men don't understand it and they try to shoot poor Tarzan, who ambles away into the woods when bullets start flying. Jane or dad end up in danger, and Tarzan saves the day.
Not that it matters, because Tarzan is so pathetically stupid it's impossible to care about any of its technical flaws.
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Horizontal wipes annoy the hell out of us, and of course, the entire freakin' movie is in slow motion. He can't focus the camera or hold it still. The sound cuts in and out as if the microphone was in someone's pocket. Scenes are thrown together seemingly at random. (Errr.) There's not a well-crafted moment in the entire movie. Whoever gave him a camera (ahem: "Produced by Bo Derek") should have been lobotomized. It's Tarzan to the rescue, riding elephants!ĭirector John Derek (Bo's husband) proved that he had no understanding whatsoever of filmmaking. Not long after that, Jane finds herself captured and being bathed by natives, then slathered in mud. Soon she encounters a beefcake guy with a waxed chest, and by the time they meet a second time she's encouraging him to grope her under her invariably wet shirt. Jane (Derek) heads to Africa to visit dad (poor, poor Richard Harris), who's on safari. It certainly has nothing to do with the Tarzan story as we know it. What happens en route to that is almost incidental. The entire purpose of the movie is to show off Bo Derek's body. I scarcely know where to start dissecting this debacle. Rightfully roasted as one of the worst films of all time, the 1981 reimagination of Tarzan the Ape Man proves that you can take Bo Derek to water, but you can't make her not get naked and play around in it.