I heard that the legendary character Tarzan is coming live on screen for the first time. The news made me happy and finally, I took out time to see the movie myself on the big screen.
From my childhood, I was a huge fan of Tarzan. Seeing him jumping on trees and water made me happy always. I fantasized myself in a forest with Tarzan and do monkey around with the monkeys. After hearing about the movie, I started recalling my childhood stories. Apparently, my expectations were very higher and I was expecting some sort of magic from the movie producers.
While staring at the theater screen, I hoped to see something known, hoped to relate myself to the story or should I say, the character. But this wasn’t my Tarzan. He was a royal forest man, madly in love with a girl. I couldn’t find out in the movie why he left his Jungle and animals for the royal post and life. I found him mean and selfish on screen who fought throughout the movie for his girl only.
This Jungle-Man was tailor-made royal by his nature and etiquette. Well, this isn’t acceptable by me at least. I wanted him to act, to talk, to feel like Tarzan and to be nothing else but the real Tarzan.