You could argue that, hey, movies are pretend anyway, so what does it matter? But at their core, even escapist action-adventure films have some sort of human component that anchors all the fantastical elements, keeping us connected to the flights of fancy we’re watching. A movie like The Legend of Tarzan breaks that covenant—even worse, it dresses up its ludicrousness with a false sense of self-importance. I realize I haven’t even bothered to mention the performances by Waltz and Robbie. They’re perfectly adequate, beaten down by the same lumbering, dull falsity that pervades everything else in this movie. If you told me that one of them had actually been programmed in a computer, I wouldn’t be surprised—very little in The Legend of Tarzan feels alive.
You could argue that, hey, movies are pretend anyway, so what does it matter? But at their core, even escapist action-adventure films have some sort of human component that anchors all the fantastical elements, keeping us connected to the flights of fancy we’re watching. A movie like The Legend of Tarzan breaks that covenant—even worse, it dresses up its ludicrousness with a false sense of self-importance. I realize I haven’t even bothered to mention the performances by Waltz and Robbie. They’re perfectly adequate, beaten down by the same lumbering, dull falsity that pervades everything else in this movie. If you told me that one of them had actually been programmed in a computer, I wouldn’t be surprised—very little in The Legend of Tarzan feels alive.
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