Director David Yates transports us to the absolute beauty of the African Congo in this new adventure of our beloved wild man.
Right from the simplistic but action filled opening scene, it’s easy to tell you’re in for something special. Such an unadorned, stand-alone scene that leaves you with a feeling of anticipation for what’s to come.
Tarzan (Alexander Skarsgård) has left his home in the jungle, leaving behind his name. Living on his family’s estate in England and going by his birth name, John Clayton thinks he is where he belongs. Until along comes George Washington Williams. Williams (Samuel L. Jackson) recruits a hesitant Clayton’s help, asking him to return to the wilds of Africa.
After much discussion (and the lady putting her foot down) it is decided that John’s wife, Jane Clayton (Margot Robbie), will also be returning to the land where she spent much of her childhood.
While there is no denying that Robbie and Skarsgård play their roles wonderfully, Jackson was the one who stole the show in my eyes. Jane’s fierce loyalty to those she loves and John’s unparalleled determination to face down the evil threatening his family are admirable to say the least. Jackson’s sarcasm and dry humour in the face of their serious task add that extra layer to the film.
The effects used to create the many animals the actors interact with are truly stunning (I’m thinking of you, baby elephant!). And to make those animals move the way they do, it’s a sight to behold.
All in all, the Legend of Tarzan is definitely not the Disney classic I remember as a child. Quite a bit grimmer with lives at stake, the fights are serious; on more than one occasion I found myself jumping.
Family isn’t restricted by blood, all lives matter, and you must fight for what you love.