Andy Summers’s review published on Letterboxd:
You know those times when you're watching a film on your own and the wife saunters past and does the old, what ye watching? Well my wife did exactly that when I was watching The Legend of Tarzan, almost rather dismissively if I'm honest. "Oh Tarzan", with a slight whiff of meh. Five minutes later once Alexander Skarsgard has his shirt off, she's sat on the sofa asking me twenty questions about the movie. And they say men are easily led? I definitely at one point noticed a visible drool and a look in her eye, and if I'm honest who could blame her? He was fit here, add the mere presence of Christoph Waltz too and she was settling down for the duration. Funny what some abs and muscles can do to a woman isn't it? I of course told her that I was nearly as buff as him in my twenties, something that got me laughed out of town, but I did point out that she was no Margot Robbie, which got me banished to my office without my Jaffa Cakes.