Back before we had proper CGI, back before a movie blockbuster needed only a scantily clad woman and a gung-ho message about a strident America kickin’ down doors an’ takin’ names to be rated by movie fans everywhere as ‘good’, we had films with plots. No, not all of them were good, this is no misty-eyed look to the past through rose-tinted spectacles to a supposed-but-never-was era of great films; one only has to look at Highlander II to see rot creeping up the flagpole of great cinema – but, some of them were good, and, Dances With Wolves is one of them that was.
***I should say at this moment, that although the peoples who were on the American continent before Europeans got there are now known as Native American peoples, back in 1990 (and in 1863 when the film was set), Native American peoples were referred to as Indians (for reasons of confused map making and navigation by European explorers). For that reason, I will refer to the Native American peoples in this film as Indians, as that is what they are called in the film.***
Much could be written about this film, and much already has – see WIKI for details on how culturally important the film was to become. A history lesson told through the (flawed) medium of fiction perhaps, and one that focuses on a white male to tell the story, this film nevertheless tried its best to show Native Americans as people and not curios. This review is just a short piece intended to get your appetite whetted, not a serious piece of writing intended to explore all of the themes and history that the film takes us through as we watch it. Be warned though, even at its cinematic length, the film stands as an epic three hour experience, which many directors aspire to be able to fill with engaging content, but often fail, which puts people off long films. Costner did not fail to fill this film with engaging content, however, and even though I have already seen the cinematic release several times, I would still sit down to watch the 236 minute director’s cut if I had it available.
Although the poster makes it look like a ’90s serial killer film, it IS a Western
The Setup
Dances With Wolves follows the story of our man Kevin Costner playing the sensitive soul of Lieutenant Dunbar of the US Army during the American Civil War. The year is 1863, and people are living in an era of mechanised killing, but doing without real medicine or compassion, the latter of which seems perhaps least important, but is actually the key note of the film. Beginning the film with a feat of suicidal bravery that rallies his own side to rise up and smite the entrenched Rebs, the wounded Dunbar is given his pick of posting by the top brass for his role in saving the day. He chooses to see the frontier out West before it’s gone, and, although it’s not what anybody expected him to choose, he is sent out, away from the meat grinder of the war to a little-visited frontier post called Fort Sedgwick. The fort is abandoned and has the look of a never-visited ex-training camp, but the good Lieutenant decides to stay on, in spite of the fact that he’s alone, miles from any other white people (which will become an issue later) and in unconquered, that is, ‘Indian’ territory.
Here is a link to a GREAT review on the film by another writer
Already we’ve had a lot to chew on in the opening sequences of the film, and we haven’t even met the people who the film centres on yet. Dunbar blanches at an officer’s dinner where bloody steaks are served to ravenous men – the blood too much for the traumatised Dunbar. Dunbar asks to see the frontier “before it’s gone”, a judgement in three words on Westward Expansionism, Manifest Destiny, the ‘Progress’ of immigrant America on the continent’s native peoples and the devastation of that progress on the ancient landscape. The officer who sends Dunbar to Fort Sedgwick shoots himself as Dunbar leaves in a depressing and perhaps ham-fisted episode of guilt and shame – foreshadowing what is to come later in the story. The West, the frontier, is an unspoiled vista with no violence to be seen; no Civil War, no mechanised killing, no medic tents looking like abbatoirs as men have limbs sawn off – the best available treatment that the wounded frontline soldier is offered. But all is not well in paradise. Dunbar’s driver (horse and buggy) is slain by rampant Pawnee Indians on his way back from delivering the Lieutenant, and so our man Costner is out in the country, alone. Before the film has really even gotten going then, we have seen clashes of ideologies and of technology versus the human body. We have seen tacit judgement passed on the movement of white immigrant populations across the American continent and all that such movement brought with it. We have seen the beginnings of the hinted at clash between white people and the Indians, and we are now ready to experience the story!
The trailer is a slice of pure cheese, but the film itself is much better
The story follows the slow-to-build friendship of Lieutenant Dunbar and the local Lakota Indians, led by Graham Greene playing Kicking Bird who, not knowing quite what to make of the lone US soldier, take him in after a fashion, tucking him into their lives. With shades of The Searchers (1956), we have Mary McDonnell playing a white woman living with the Indians since childhood called Stands With A Fist, but this film is not about the great white adventurer rescuing the fair maiden from not-white aggressors. This film is, at its core, more about seeing ‘the Indians’ as people, and not as savages, or road blocks in the path of Westward Expansionism.
Here is a link to another great and balanced review by a WordPresser – spoiler alert!!!
Epic not only in length and theme but also cinematically, Dances With Wolves shows us gorgeous scenery and amazing footage of a buffalo hunt as well as a glimpse at a sort of living that has mostly gone from the earth, but the window dressing, which is what all gorgeous sights are, never takes us away from the bubbling tension that not only maintains but builds throughout the film once it gets going (once we get to Fort Sedgwick). Like people waiting for the other shoe to drop, we are tortured, teased, hounded by the nagging doubts and fears of what will happen when the white world, when the US Army, catches up with Lieutenant Dunbar. Will he be able to affect a rapprochement between the native people he has been living amongst and the (then) blue uniformed footsoldiers of progress? It hardly seems likely, given the well-worn cinematic history of American Indians and the white people. Will there be another genocide once the boys in blue find Dunbar? Will they find him? Won’t they find him? We are literally tortured by these doubts from the moment it becomes clear that Dunbar has made a life with the Indians, and that they are decent people with a sense of fairness and community that by 1990 was almost never shown on cinema screens when Native Americans are considered. All of these questions I leave deliberately unanswered, because if you haven’t seen the film, you should watch it cold, without reading up about it first.
In order to leave you able to experience the film for yourself and, because of the incredibly dense and important subject matter, this is an incredibly difficult film to review in just a few short words. The themes that it covers are each on their own so complicated that one could write great essays of many thousands of words, drawing on sources from several libraries and still not really get at the heart of what is being said. The best that I can do for you is to flag the film up for those who haven’t seen it, tell you that you really should see it, and leave you without spoilers and without my pronouncements on what the film means. To put it bluntly, Dances With Wolves is an epic film that doesn’t receive quite the recognition these days that it ought, and for that reason I commend it to you wholeheartedly. It’s by no means perfect, and it is, as others have said, a product of its time, but then what isn’t? This review with its links could hardly have been written about the film when it came out, and a review written twenty four years from now will be different again. I give this film a three out of five, but that’s not to say that it’s in any way mediocre – just that, having been made when it was, it was unable to reach as far as it could perhaps reach now if it was made in this day and age. I hesitate to say it, but perhaps Mr Costner could be persuaded to do a remake?? In any case, watch the film but do keep in mind that it is just a film, and not an accurate portrayal of exactly how things were in 1860s America, more a picture of the threat to native peoples and lands posed by imperialist power, regardless of how wonderful and unworthy of such treatment those native peoples were.