This is one where Jane's clothes keep falling off! When not swimming naked, Jane was shot in a two piece. In the later sequels, the censors ensured Maureen O'Sullivan wore a dress, after a fuss created by the Catholic League of Decency... She has a wonderful chemistry with her still-slim Tarzan (Johnny Weissmuller) which is ostentatiously physical.
The attraction today is for its pre-code exotica and the prestigious production values. There are acrobatics, magnificent sets, underwater scenes and a run out for MGMs zoo animals. Tarzan wrestles a mechanical crocodile. Viewed from today, he seems an ecological hero, as he seeks to defy the European ivory trade in his carbon zero, off grid wilderness...
Unfortunately this is no longer the fabulous family entertainment it once seemed: partly because of its antiquity; but mainly because of the racism. Not so much the British hunters treating Africans with such indifference, as that may be realistic. But because the indigenous people are stereotyped so grotesquely, as was usual in 1930s Hollywood.
It is the best of the Weissmuller Tarzan films, with O'Sullivan a most beautiful Jane. Tarzan was never more monosyllabic, a kind of parody of fantasy machismo, but Johnny has a pleasant comic touch and the stars create plenty of screwball sparkle. But for all its various merits, the racism makes the film now a transgressive experience.