This right mess of a film only conjures up Mowgli on acid, not Tarzan. It seems to be greatly influenced by the next worst Tarzan film which starred Bo Derek. Other unauthorized versions such as those made in Spain with Steve Hawkes or Richard Yestaran come off much better than this one. Mr. Birje, though looking pretty good, has little to do but act as a prop for Ms. Kimi's posing and silly inappropriate production numbers until the last half hour of the film. The pacing drags tediously with the few action sequences shot in slo-mo making them devoid of interest to match the rest of the tedium until the grand finale. I don't know which of the main characters dropped the most acid, but they all seem bizarre, especially Kimi as "Rubi" (don't take your love to town) who spends most of her time screeching like Olive Oyl or singing goofy ditties to Tarzan even including "Do-Re-Mi" from the Sound of Music. Even the jungle is weird since its denizens include both wild Indian tigers and African lions. The snake that bites "Rubi" is a cobra, so the lion would seem a bit de trop. The (welcome) finale is almost worth sitting through the first 3/4 of the film which would be greatly improved by aggressive cutting. And yes, Ms. Kimi certainly does win the wet shirt contest, hands down. But if the producers wanted to "ape" a Tarzan film they should have paid more attention to the Barker and Scott films for models.
