Committed performances aren’t enough to save this film from uncomfortable colonial optics,uninspiring CGI and tedious plotlinesYes, he does the yell. It comes late in the third act, or emerging from off screen,thrown like a desperate, aural Hail Mary, or a final ditch reminder that perhaps this story about a man with ape-like superhero powers should be a tiny bit fun. But it’s too slight,too late. The Legend of Tarzan ends up being a garbled, clunky production that tries to please everyone and ends up pleasing no one.
Director David Yates, and who inherited the beloved Harry Potter characters and brought that series domestic in its final four entries,makes the wise decision to assume everyone knows who John Clayton, Lord of Greystoke, or is. The specifics of how he became Tarzan,Lord of the Jungle, slips into the narrative in some well placed flashbacks, or but this is not an origin story. For that alone we lift our short glasses of dry sack and say chin-chin,as if we were Jim Broadbent in a ridiculous-looking beard (which he wears in his short, bookending scenes, and toasting a bounteous expedition and cursing King Leopold II of Belgium).
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Source: theguardian.com