Tarzan et le jaguar maudit

The Amazon basin, home to crocs, hippos, lions, cheetahs, and secretary birds. LOL

If anyone complained about using the factually WRONG stock footage, the producer must have replied, "They don't know, and they won't care".

Well, the original Tarzan books had tigers in Africa, so at least they were as ignorant as he started out.

Plenty of eye-candy in the awesomely athletic form of Mike Henry, but too much monkey business (literally), too much "precocious orphan boy" stuff, and not nearly enough action until the climactic mano-a-mano fight between Tarzan and the evil tribal chief. The story is plodding and tiresome, and the direction is sometimes inept - strange, because it was done by the same man (Robert Day) who also made the solid "Tarzan The Magnificent" in 1960. ** out of 4.

What's with Jan Murray as a faux-Bogart from The African Queen? I can't even begin to describe how insane this movie is.

And what about Olympic decathelete Rafer Johnson as the evil Barcuna? -- Incidentally, how did all of these folks end up in Brazil? Jan Murray's interplay with little Pepe is like nothing I've ever seen.

It is some years since I saw this film but I still remember it vividly.I rate it much higher than all the other Tarzan films from the late forties to the present day.Mike Henry is adequate as Tarzan and Manuel Padilla Jr. is very natural in his role(he was later to play a similar role as Jai in the "Tarzan" television series of the sixties.)The supporting cast are fine too and the scenery is magnificent.Best of all however is the casting of Diana Millay as Ann.Combining beauty and brains this talented actress makes the lovely doctor she plays one of the most memorable heroines in any "Tarzan" film.

Proof that the "Tarzan" character works best in an African setting, circa 1890s to 1930s, can be found in this mildly enjoyable but undeniably juvenile movie. It tries to "update" and "re-imagine" Tarzan by sending him on a jetliner to Brazil where he arrives wearing a suit and tie. This immediately raises questions. Where does he buy his suits? How does he pay for them? Does he have on a loincloth underneath or does he prefer Jockey-brand briefs?

Tarzan soon dons his customary garb and goes off on an adventure where he's involved in the usual vine-swinging, lion-wrestling, blonde-rescuing, villain-bashing, and giving out that Tarzan yell. Much of this action is padded out with wildlife footage which carelessly confuses African with South American zoology.

What limits this "Tarzan" is not the character's built-in incongruity but rather the kiddie-matinee nonsense which reverses past efforts to make this series more appealing to adults. Thus we have the cloyingly-cute kid, the chimp shenanigans, the corny dialog, the stereotyped cast members, etc.

On the plus side is tall, dark, handsome Mike Henry -- perhaps the only Tarzan with hair on his pecs. Though visually he's almost ideal, with a body by Michelangelo, he has a flat personality and only a minimum of acting ability, but these faults tend to fade away whenever he swings into action.