I remember watching Dances With Wolves, I think, in the seventh grade. I remember only really being interested in the opening scene when Dunbar is on the amputation table and he pulls on his boot and rides the horse in front of the enemy line. We had to fast forward through the sex scenes.
I was extremely saddened to find out the next two hours and 45 minutes were him running around with a bunch of Indians, eating buffalo hearts and stuff.
The rest of the film does get really boring and I can't imagine it deserving all the awards and accolades it got back in the day. It beat out Goodfellas for the Best Picture Oscar (crime!). I won for a bunch of awards and was nominated for even more, some deserving and some shocking that they were even in the mix.
I did not remember the end. Dunbar and his wife going off on their own. Leaving the tribe that would soon be destroyed. It is interesting that Dunbar wants to go West to see the "frontier" before it "disappeared."
It is true. Soon, that part of the country would be decimated. It's a shame. For those people, for that lifestyle, for those millions of years of culture and history. It's eerie when the chief busts out the helmet from the conquistadors. This great ebb and flow of civilization is amazing. It's so much bigger than we could ever imagine. It's beyond us and that makes it impossible to grasp.
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