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The next morning, Jane packed her notebook and camera, but left the mirror behind, placing it carefully at the foot of the waterfall—a gift to any who might need to confront their own reflections. She turned to Tarzan, who was already swinging through the trees, his silhouette a blur of strength and grace.

Critics at the time (the few who saw it at a single Cannes market screening) called it “uncomfortably erotic” and “colonial guilt as softcore.” Modern reassessment is kinder: it’s a fascinating failure. The acting swings from Shakespearean to stilted. Tarzan’s loincloth is distractingly new-looking. Yet the core image—Jane sobbing as she washes her face in a porcelain basin, remembering river water on her skin—haunts the viewer. tarzanxshameofjane1995engl new

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"Tarzan," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space between them. The acting swings from Shakespearean to stilted