Dances with wolves
God damns it. The computer broke down, with a burned hard disk. And Godness damns it. To save some important files of my parents, i sacrificed my mobile disk; so in total, I was damned a loss of nearly 150G, many treasured movies and music included. Tears~ Well, whatever, Ive got to do it all over again.
I watched the movie, DwW on CCTV6 Movie Channel, presented by RuiChenggang, which kindled my interests (Rarely watched TV). Despite the 60 min ADs within this 180 min Movie, DwW was a great piece, well-written, beutifully shot, nicely scored, which meant and deserved something.
The whole story is about individually, how Dunbar, a white officer became Dance with Wolves, a local Sioux, and historically, how western civilization invades, even eliminates the Indian tribes and their traditional civilization, with a focus on the real life condition of so called barbarian, by a cultrually understanding even favorable way. I guessed many spectators, like me, ended up with a strong detest of white people and a huge concern and compassion for the destine of our Indian friends: in the end of movie, the white troups find their winter location and are about to attack and we all know what will happen; actually we already know what had happened. As New American headed west, encolsing lands and singing songs, the Old owners of this continent had to withdraw, losing homes and shedding tears. The wheel of history was always ruthless, the behind destined to be the victims of an advancing world; they lived in jungles; they should know the laws.
It seems to me that sth is had-to-be and sth happened too fast (in a Crazy age) for anyone to make out a judgement; after, people just sign, ah, whats done is done. Yeah, whats done is done; yet even so, I find it still necessary to look back in order to see where we come from and where we are heading. Ages after whether we are a better generation, by means of happiness, moral and humanity? Perhaps not. Though the civilized were a little uglified in the movie, yet we knew that cheats, mistreatment and violent crimes still took place everywhere. Anyway I dont embrace that much of our modern society; I prefer tranquility and fraternity.
One thing Im touched is the harmony between the Indians and the nature. All they asked of nature, like other animals, were simply food and shelter. They hunted like in a festival (I especially these shots, how did they do it?), and heartily respected, loved, treasured the animals around them, which humiliated the gun hunters’ nasty massacre. Why the hell kill a bison just for sth people dont really need? Convinced I was with Thoreau’s argument that life was meant to be a simple way, which was nature’s oringinal intention in designing us.
Another is the importance of language. When people couldn’t communicate, they were vigilant even hostile, probably went to open war, even we saw after that they had the potential to become such alliance, intimates and even lovers. Actually, people indentified others as Like/Unlike by the standard of language. The first reaction of the soldiers when they found Dunbar was – Can he speak English, and when Dunbar spoke local language, they classed him a traitor, a nearly complete Sioux. Social mans need to communicate; in a sense language is power.
It is a western? No, i see not. Or an epic? Not so much. Dance with wolves, a primal dance much more elegant than Waltz, is just a gorgeous story of a begone time. As if touched and refreshed a little, I delayed my work and wrote down these for a beautiful memory.
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