Where to begin? 1991's Oscar winner for Best Picture was Dances With Wolves. I knew the movie was 3 hours long, so I used the day off today to take it in. Little did I know I had selected the "director's cut, " which turned it into four long hours.
People who had seen this movie kept telling me that it was great and that I would love it. I went in wanting to love it, I really did. But no. It wasn't bad by any means, but it was just so "the world is only black/white" broad brush. And my gosh, all those metaphors with Two Socks, it was like being hit over the head with the obvious.
With the exception of Kevin Costner's phoned-in voiceovers when he's journaling, the acting was great. Mary McDonnell was superb. I have a feeling that had I seen it when it was released my feelings might be different. But the majesty of the cinematography couldn't overcome the bogged-down pacing and what I felt was a disappointing ending. For me, this was a B-minus.
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