"George of the Jungle" runs the whole gamut of schoolboy humour: slapstick, farting jokes, animals that behave like humans and a narrator that uses the word "do-dos". I thought it was dreadful, but then again I hung up my satchel long ago.

A spoof of the Tarzan story it follows accident prone vine-swinger, George (Brendan Fraser) who lives in a jungle idyll with an erudite, talking gorilla called "Ape" (John Cleese) and an elephant that thinks it is a dog. However, this pleasant life is soon disrupted when he rescues San Franciscan socialite and naive adventurer Ursula (Leslie Mann) from the jaws of a lion. Love begins to blossom back at George's jungle abode. However, Ursula's egotistical, selfish fiancée and bumbling baddies (who want to capture him and take him back to America) are closing in. The running joke of this film is that George not so much flies from tree to tree but smashes into the trees, or anything upright for that matter. Again. And again. And again.

The story is rife with silliness. The main characters (all white) are all incredibly dim (which gives rise for lots of jokes about the black porters being more worldly than they appear). There is lots of physical, knockabout humour with people regularly being bopped on the head, while the special effects department have gone to great lengths to make George's elephant behave like a excitable dog - another one joke wonder.

Perhaps the best part of the film is when George ends up in the urban jungle of San Francisco. Having traded in sweaty loin cloth for Armani suit, he continues to behave as he would in his own element, riding around on the roof of street cars and sleeping on Ursula's balcony. It's Crocodile Dundee territory and quite amusing if you can suspend your critical faculties. If you can't this is just going to be one long groan-a-minute panto number.