Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
The Epic Fall of the American Indian
Beginning just after the bloody Sioux victory over General Custer at Little Big Horn, the story is told through two unique perspectives: Charles Eastman, a young, white-educated Sioux doctor held up as living proof of the alleged success of assimilation, and Sitting Bull the proud Lakota chief whose tribe won the American Indians’ last major victory at Little Big Horn.
A preachy history lesson with very contemporary dialog that tries very hard to make us care about the plight of Native Americans. Unfortunately, the central character is the furthest removed from the central conflict, which takes a lot of the bite out of it. I was never a fan of HBO's self-important but cinematically dull movies in the early 90s and apparently they haven't changed their formula much after all these years. Script by Daniel Giat.
A truly dreadful film: simplistic, attempts allusions to the present that are excruciating and tortured even to the partisan (after the Sioux massacre more than 250 Americans under the command of the infamous General George Custer in 1876, then-President Gen. Ulysses Grant scathingly asks one of his subordinates if his cautious counsel means he wants to "cut-and-run," a term not in use in the late 19th Century), and repeats the classic mistake of what would once have been called "Third Worldist" historiography in that it does not regard the Sioux as having any agency of their own: they are purely reactive to the American depredations.
The Wounded Knee massacre in 1895 rounded out nearly 30 years of conflict over the…