The
Legend of Tarzan takes an inordinate amount of time getting going. We start off with a laborious scene setting
up Christoph Waltz’s villainy, turgid sequences of Samuel L. Jackson trying to
convince Tarzan (Alexander Skarsgard) to return to Africa, and Tarzan’s
flashbacks to his childhood growing up in the jungle. By the time the adult Tarzan finally returns
home with his wife Jane (Margot Robbie) in tow, I was already nodding off. Unfortunately, it doesn’t improve much from
there.
Part
of the problem is Skarsgard makes for a dull Tarzan. While he certainly looks the part with his
scraggily hair and chiseled physique, he acts much too civilized to really sell
the character. Even when he starts
swinging from vines and shit, you never once believe it.
Robbie, who you would think is ideally cast as
Jane, is shrill. Like Skarsgard, she
looks great in the role, but comes up way short. Waltz is stuck playing his umpteenth twist on
his stock villain role and Djmon Honsou is, of course, around to play yet
another villain. Jackson is the only
spark of life, although he just seems shoehorned in there to give Tarzan a
sidekick that modern-day audiences can relate to.
Another
problem is that the filmmakers try to make Tarzan a reluctant hero. They spend a lot of time having Tarzan
hemming and hawing about coming back to Africa.
It would’ve worked better had Tarzan been more assertive. As it is, it takes him a good hour or so before
he starts doing his thing, which is far too long if you ask me.
Another
issue is that director David Yates (the director of the last 47 Harry Wizard
movies) should’ve just assumed everyone knows the story of Tarzan and Jane. The flashback scenes are incongruous to the
action and are totally superfluous. The
scene of Tarzan and Jane’s first meeting (complete with bad de-aging CGI) falls
flat. At one point, Waltz forgoes
getting into a big speech and simply says, “He’s Tarzan, you’re Jane. He’ll come for you.” The rest of the movie should’ve taken its cue
from this bit of dialogue and just trusted the audience to know who the fuck
Tarzan and Jane are.
Also,
the ape CGI is pretty bad. They don’t
look terrible when they’re standing still, but once they get moving, it looks
quite phony. The big scene where Tarzan
swings from his trusty vine suffers from terrible FX too. I mean they can make Spider-Man swinging
through the air look great with no problem.
How come when Tarzan does it, it looks so shitty? It’s bad enough we have to wait nearly an
hour before he swings on the vine to begin with, and even then, the CGI is so
shitty it looks like something out of Pitfall.
Like
the main character, the movie spends too much time being civilized. Once it finally loosens up a little, all we
get is a few generic fight scenes that use way too much slow motion. The humor (like when Skarsgard and Jackson
joke about licking monkey nuts) feels out of place, but at least it’s memorable,
unlike everything else in this bland, boring mess.
Remember
as a kid when all those old Johnny Weissmuller movies used to be on TV non-stop
and you could kill a lazy afternoon watching them? I can’t imagine anyone doing that with this
version. Heck, even the Disney version
is head and shoulders better than this tripe.
AKA: Tarzan.
AKA: Tarzan: Reborn.
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