The picture is studded with high points (as witness a battle with a rubber crocodile lasting about five uproarious and thrashing minutes), is consistently hair-raising with ambuscades, tom-toms and near escapes, and lasts for something like twelve reels.

Engaging and surprisingly sexy and raw for its time with luscious production values.

The picture has a strange sort of power that overcomes the total lack of logic.

The first sequel to 1932’s Tarzan the Ape Man isn’t just the best Tarzan flick in the Johnny Weissmuller series -- it’s the best Tarzan movie ever made.