Week 41: 'Greystoke: The Legend of Tarzan, Lord of the Apes' [1984]
Tarzan (Christopher Lambert) is brought back to his Scottish home, mostly against his will, and doesn't adapt well to the Northern climes.
'Greystoke' is one of the few Tarzan films I remember watching before, probably not long after it came out. Placing it now within the context of other Tarzan adaptations that came before it, it stands out as somewhat of an outlier. The film itself is a lavish affair, with excellent location shots, costumes (both human and ape), actors and the like. However, it is a very different take on the jungle hero, and may be an acquired taste.
The film starts off relatively true to the source material. His parents die and/or are killed in the jungle, and baby Clayton is raised by apes. This section of the film is wonderful. Much like '2001: A Space Odyssey', this backstory is told via the apes without dialogue, mostly successfully. The costumes and make-up (by Rick Baker) are stunning, and the mannerisms are as accurate as a non-ape-skeletoned actor could portray. We have several iterations of Tarzan (who is never named as such in this film, surprisingly) from baby to youth, teenager and finally the lean form of Lambert.
Lambert, in one of his earliest roles, is very good with just the right amount of playfulness and aggression as necessary. He is ably supported by other great actors. And also by Andie McDowell (her debut, with a dubbed voice). Ian Holm plays the Belgian d'Arnot in the manner of that other famous Belgian, Hercule Poirot, complete with a clipped moustache and clipped accent. Ralph Richardson, in his last screen appearance, is the highlight however. His Lord of the manor, trying to keep his emotions in check while succumbing to dementia, is a masterclass.
Liberties are taken with the ERB's novel, and Tarzan's education, in English, French and the ways of civilized man, is shown mostly offscreen. Halfway through the film, the former jungle man is now suddenly a landed gent, at least in appearance. Instead of a predictable fish-out-of-water tale, the film becomes something more akin to Lynch's 'The Elephant Man', with Tarzan being a sad curiosity to the upper classes. This Tarzan is battling his inner demons rather than crocodiles. It is an interesting take, and one I enjoyed. Even so, the second half feels a little flat. Tarzan's grief is labored, the film having three similar scenes which results in the final death (which should be the most impactful) being the least effective unfortunately.
Overall, though, it is a film I would recommend, provided you are prewarned. It is a long film and, at times, a slow one. It is not perhaps Burroughs' Tarzan, but maybe an art film with a character somewhat like him.