Umgawa! Umgawa! Weissmuller's Tarzan, in all his brylcreemed, love-handled, smooth-chested glory, and O'Sullivan's chirruping, frazzled, shockingly bra-less Jane take on ivory poachers (Hamilton, Cavanagh) who are intent on pillaging the elephant's graveyard located on the Ape Man's patch.
All good quasi-ecological fun - if you ignore Mr and Mrs Tarzan's rather patrician attitude to the animal kingdom. The Saturday-morning mixture of rope-swinging, synchronised swimming, pith-helmeted villainy and cutesy animal antics is curiously winning, despite the obvious silliness of, well, pretty much everything in the movie.