Like others of its series, this is in the groove for the juves and holds little for adults. Maybe even less this time, considering the extraordinary amount of footage the director gave – and the cutter permitted to remain – to the antics of the trained chimp.
Seventy minutes of jungle hoss opry is interspliced with Mr and Mrs Tarzan’s adventures in NY regaining their adopted son, carried off by an unscrupulous hunter who figured he could clean up with the kid in a circus. Charles Bickford plays that menace and Cy Kendall is his sidekick, as owner of a one-ring show. Chill Wills and Paul Kelly are involved with them, but they go to the aid of the jungle parents when the latter pull the rescue in the metropolis.
All the situations are trite, even including Tarzan’s 200-foot dive off the Brooklyn bridge to escape some cops who just don’t understand the jungle-man. In the end, of course, everything works out right for the Tarzan family and back they go to dear old darkest Africa.
There’s all the usual swinging-from-the-trees and animal stuff, and the photography and direction are standard. Performances ditto, with Johnny Weissmuller not improving as an actor, but pretty Maureen O’Sullivan, as his missus, and John Sheffield, as the junior Tarzan, compensate for him to a great extent. [Screen story by Myles Connolly.]