Star Casper Van Dien hits a career-damaging low with this poorly written calamity of a picture, which is really saying something considering such previous Van Dien epics as Starship Troopers and The Omega Code. His performance, compared to the ape-mimicking physical gymnastics of previous loincloth-bearer Christopher Lambert, is a joke of smoldering looks, hair extensions, and buttered-up muscles. What really stinks about director Carl Schenkel's misfire, however, is the extravagantly awful dialogue, so jaw-droppingly inane that even pulp "Me, Tarzan; you, Jane" inventor Edgar Rice Burroughs would be appalled. Clearly, some effort was made to create a decent film here; the African locations are suitably impressive, and co-star Steven Waddington is reliably effective in the antagonist role, proving himself yet again to be extremely capable as a cruel, effete British snob. Backdrops and one good supporting player aren't enough to build a film around, however, and somebody involved with this turkey should have known that such a rotten script was going to result in an unmitigated flop. Tarzan and the Lost City (1998) might be the worst Tarzan picture ever made, and that's quite an embarrassing achievement.
by Karl Williams review