In the new Disney animated feature Tarzan -- which has some first-rate animation and some second-rate storytelling -- the ape man glimpses his first human and wails to his ape mom, "Why didn't you tell me there were creatures who looked like me?" Actually, aside from his Rasta locks, the creature Tarzan most looks like is Fabio. He's been given that hyper-physiqued appearance that animators now so often equate with superheroism -- even Moses in The Prince of Egypt had it. He's also been given a lustier yell; none of that Johnny Weissmuller jungle yodel for this guy. When he finally hooks up with Jane, he gets so worked up that he surfs the treetops. It's a high-flying form of autoeroticism, and it points up just how sublimated Tarzan is. He might not have been so deprived if the animators had seen fit to introduce a few Africans into the jungle, but there's nary a one: Perhaps Disney thought the best way to get around the ooga-booga stereotype was to eliminate blacks altogether. It's the neutron-bomb version of political correctness.