Bah humbug. The much lauded latest version is sexy for about three seconds and then settles into a monotonous rehash of a familiar tale.
The scope is glorious – vast open plains, spectacular river systems, threatening jungles (although few animals) – but the story is sheer Conrad and Heart of Darkness with director David Yates (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Parts I & II) providing more than a passing reference to Coppola’s Apocalypse Now.
Sculpted Alexander Skarsgard (TV’s True Blood) has more than buffed for his role and Christoph Waltz (Spectre, Django Unchained) is typecast yet again as the sinister bad guy with the foreign accent. The legend that is Tarzan has always struggled on the big screen (1984’s Greystoke with Christopher Lambert anyone?): the latest offering is no different.