The film loosely (very loosely) follows Edgar Rice Burroughs’ classic. Rocco plays Tarzan, raised by apes in the jungle. Enter Jane (played by Rocco’s real-life wife, Rosa Caracciolo), a prim and proper Englishwoman who gets lost during an expedition. One look at Rocco’s chiseled, loincloth-clad physique, and civilization goes out the window. The film attempts to hit the same beats as the Disney renaissance era (this came out during the 90s Tarzan craze), but instead of Phil Collins songs, you get… well, Rocco’s signature grunts.
Here’s a review of the infamous 1995 adult film Tarzan X (often referred to as “Tarzan Rocco” due to its star, Rocco Siffredi). Starring: Rocco Siffredi, Rosa Caracciolo Genre: Erotic Parody / Adventure Verdict: A wildly bizarre, unintentionally hilarious, and oddly fascinating artifact of 90s adult cinema. tarzan rocco
Fans of so-bad-it’s-good cinema, Rocco completists, and anyone who has ever wondered what it would look like if the Lord of the Jungle had zero indoor voice. The film loosely (very loosely) follows Edgar Rice
There is a scene involving a stuffed elephant prop that must be seen to be believed. Tarzan "fights" it. It does not move. Rocco attacks it with the same ferocity he brings to everything else. It is the most surreal 90 seconds of cinema I have ever witnessed. One look at Rocco’s chiseled, loincloth-clad physique, and
Let’s be clear: Tarzan X is not a movie you watch for plot coherence or award-winning dialogue. You watch it for the sheer, jaw-dropping spectacle of seeing Rocco Siffredi—the legendary, hyper-intense adult star—grunt his way through a loincloth, swinging on vines with the subtlety of a wrecking ball.
★★☆☆☆ (2/5 stars) One star for Rosa’s genuine effort. One star for Rocco’s absolute, unhinged commitment to the bit. Negative three stars for the elephant prop, but those somehow loop back around into a positive viewing experience if you have the right group of friends and enough snacks.
Tarzan X is not good in the traditional sense. It is not erotic in a conventional way (the chemistry is intense, but the context is so silly it’s hard to take seriously). Instead, it exists as a midnight movie masterpiece —a time capsule of mid-90s adult filmmaking where plot was optional, muscles were mandatory, and Rocco Siffredi was a one-man natural disaster.