The moment stretched. Jane felt a surge of panic; she could see the shame in Tarzan’s gaze. He had always been the master of the jungle, moving through the trees with effortless grace, never once doubting his place among the vines. Now, faced with his own reflection, a flicker of self‑consciousness crossed his features. It was a feeling Jane had never witnessed in him: the quiet, uncomfortable awareness that perhaps he was being watched, judged, even admired in a way that went beyond the raw respect of survival.
They spent the evening together, not as the wild and the scholar, but as two beings sharing a quiet understanding. Jane taught Tarzan how to use the mirror’s shards to catch rainwater, while Tarzan showed her a hidden waterfall that sang a melody only the jungle could hear. When night fell, they sat on a branch high above the forest floor, their silhouettes merging with the darkness. tarzanxshameofjane1995engl new
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. The moment stretched
The film's very existence was not without legal hurdles. As one might expect, the estate of Edgar Rice Burroughs (who created the Tarzan character) took issue with this unauthorized and explicit adaptation. A lawsuit was brought against the filmmakers for misusing the copyrighted characters of Tarzan and Jane. However, D'Amato's production company, Butterfly Motion Pictures Production, successfully defended the case, and the filmmakers, for better or worse, got away with it. Now, faced with his own reflection, a flicker
(often labeled in file archives as tarzanxshameofjane1995engl ). 1995. Genre: Adult parody / Erotica. Director: Joe D'Amato.