Tarzan's catch phrase was always, "Me Tarzan, You Jane." Here the dumb dumb can't talk at all, but Bo tells him, "You're more beautiful than any girls I've known" and of course the most overused line in nasty movies, "But I'm still a virgin" (It just looks like I've done this nude scene fifty times before.) Tarzan rescues Jane from a ferocious lion and not one little thank you or kiss goodnight. She just runs to the lake screaming "Leave me alone!" I often think, the scenes in the pond with Jane and Tarzan are so drawn out, maybe we could use an idea from William Castle and have thumb tacks spring up in the audience seats after sixty minutes to wake them up. Bo's nudity only appears in the closing credits, playing with Tarzan and the orangutan. It should have been put in middle before the hunter(Richard Harris) finds them. Bo Derek seems to be posing for some type of soft-core pictorial where acting is not required.

Yes, Bo Derek was (and probably is still) a beautiful woman to look at, but in this day of beautiful young women to me she comes across as more ordinary in a present day viewing of the movie. This is a famously bad movie, designed apparently just to showcase Bo Derek's external beauty, because as an actress she offers very, very little. It is interesting however just to take a glimpse of this lady when she was in her 20s. The most attractive scenes are near the end when she is held captive by dangerous natives and a group of young natives are painting her body white all over.Also there are some very gratuitous shots of her and Tarzan and the Orangutan cavorting on sand or dirt as the credits roll. But overall the movie is dull and slow-moving. Bo Derek is the star as Jane Parker and her father is played by Richard Harris as James Parker. Jane's boy-toy Tarzan is played by Miles O'Keeffe.Brief synopsis, they go into the jungle, Jane gets captured by no-goods, Tarzan comes to the rescue, Jane and Tarzan live happily ever after in the jungle.

Sexy Tarzan adventure with Bo Derek as 'Jane'.Director John Derek presents a creative version of the Edgar Rice Burrough's classic with his wife Bo traveling to the Amazon to seek her father 'William Parker' (Richard Harris, in a wonderfully colorful performance).Monkeys, snakes, elephants, and other animals make up the supporting cast as Jane joins her Dad to seek Tarzan on top of a rock that 'goes on forever and ever'. Things get even more interesting when a motley group of pygmies intrude on Parker's excursion, including the best scene in the film where the females of the tribe rub their hands all over Bo's body as they wash and paint her with green clay.Some say this movie is an atrocity; on the other hand, if you like Bo, it's the best Tarzan film ever made.

This is a re-imagining of Tarzan in the era of the Soloflex and Apocalypse Now. There's nothing inherently wrong with using films eased moral constraints to portray an erotic side to the Tarzan legend. There's nothing inherently wrong with the premise that Tarzan doesn't speak. There's plenty wrong with suggesting a woman who could get herself to an African jungle in 1910, could be this offensively stupid and plastic. Bo has as few lines as possible when bodies are explored because this movie is merely a video-centerfold, as neutral as possible so that you can project yourself and your lecherous fantasies into the project. If it succeeds anywhere it's in the implication that National Geographic has influenced the way the imagery of a Tarzan movie might be constructed.It would be ridiculous to argue that movies shouldn't employ the sexual tease as ONE of many tools to draw in viewers. Some really great film moments incorporate it. But this move is at the opposite end of the spectrum - the tease is the only thing going on here; at the time of its release and now. You sit through awful, dumb scenes that offer no interest, and miles of footage of bad acting to drool over the next peek at either of two bodies. Yes... Bo Derek and Miles O'Keeffe are beautiful (um, congratulations on having a working libido.) but if that's your excuse for giving this schlock a good rating you really should visit a porn store and stock up. There's only a hairs-breadth difference between the two formats and (I'm just guessing here) a horny viewer would probably really enjoy the latter. The question is whether a mainstream movie is the best venue in the marketplace for viewers to seek out products that satisfy lust alone.As a showman, John Derek successfully capitalized on the sexual mystique developed over wife Bo in the movie "10"; and created a media event out of a shallow project whose only merit was the hotness of the two leads. The movie itself was beside the point. He was about 20 years ahead of his time in thinking audiences would applaud him for making an insipid, shallow movie that was only about showcasing superficiality.As a director, John Derek appears to require only that Mrs. Derek look pleasant, empty and hump-able in every scene. It's hideously shot. The camera placement is annoying. In terms of editing, the entire 'wipe' catalog is exhausted. The credit sequence is garish. And it's a toss-up as to who commits the worse screen offense; Bo Derek who's such a bimbo that she can't even figure out how to play a bimbo, or Richard Harris who shouts every line (as he likes to do) until you want to shoot him. At least with Bo you can imagine her blaming some horny writer for shortchanging her.