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.