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However, there was only one character in this movie that I sympathized with: a poor jaguar that gets killed off early in the film by the mighty ape-man Tarzan. The jaguar was just trying to have lunch and he got slaughtered. I felt sorry for him. Don't the apes know he's an endangered species?
Apparently, nobody in this film knows much of anything. Tarzan, having been raised by apes, thinks he is an ape, albeit a rather unique one. He doesn't always fit in, and is shunned by his "father" figure, the big ape that heads the tribe.
I'm about to tell the end here to explain my criticism, so don't say I didn't warn you.
I've noticed this recurring theme in Disney movies: the main character is a lonely outcast who doesn't fit in. He/she is shunned by family/village/tribe members, then proves them all wrong by doing something heroic and saving the day. He/she is now loved by all - including some special member of the opposite sex who wants to get married and live happily ever after. There's always an evil villain type who ends up getting his/her just desserts.
I know Tarzan is a child's movie, but really, couldn't the Disney producers have some originality? Every movie is just one more variation on the same theme, and quite frankly, it's getting old.
At least Mulan snagged always-capricious Eddie Murphy as one of the voices - Tarzan doesn't have any recognizable comedy. (That is to say it didn't make me laugh - I suppose some people might find it funny.)
I noticed a couple other things. I found Tarzan a bit violent for a G rated movie - there was an awful lot of screaming, crashing, and banging. No wonder I heard so many little kids in the audience crying.
And if you ask me, Tarzan sends the wrong message to kids. The three-year olds who see this movie are likely to be using illegal steroids in ten years, because they have always held to the ideal of being big, strong, and muscular like Tarzan. (Of course, I'm no child psychologist- that's just the impression I got from this movie.)
Still, this probably is a decent movie to take your kids to - if you can stand it. Better yet, pay a babysitter to take them.
I am grateful for one thing. The screaming babies in the movie theatre were kind enough to drown out the annoying music. Thank goodness for small miracles!