Dances with Wolves: 20th Anniversary Edition
Kevin Costner, Mary McDonnell, Graham Greene
(Orion Pictures Corporation; US DVD: 11 Jan 2011)
Dances with Wolves is an extraordinary masterpiece. Thrilling, dramatic, sweeping in scope, Kevin Costner’s first (and best) bid behind the camera is well deserving of its Oscar and critical achievements – despite rumblings to the contrary from Scorsese’s camp – and mainstream success. Here is a heartfelt, honest look at a bygone culture – an ode to the western frontier, if you will.
Political motivations aside, what stands out most in Costner’s epic is the delicate treatment of the American Indians, that oft-ridiculed society that once dominated the nation entire, undone by the western expansion of the white man. Long portrayed as savages, or clueless barbarians, the Indians in Dances with Wolves, more specifically the Sioux tribe, are, more often than not, seen performing the rudimentary duties of everyday life. They tell jokes, hold sly conversations; laugh, play. At one point Kicking Bird (Graham Greene), a quiet, ponderous medicine man, slides into the sack with his wife, pauses, reaches into his blankets, and yanks out one of his children’s dolls. Costner’s intent is to demonstrate the similarities between two cultures, and then ask why one deserved less than the other.
Such details tend to get lost amidst a film’s epic scope, but under the delicate hands of Costner and screenwriter Michael Blake, serve as a means of telling a story. That’s because, despite an abundance of awesome set pieces (the buffalo hunt standing as the best), Dances with Wolves isn’t an epic as much as it’s an intimate study of humanity, or a carefully hung portrait of friendship, love and acceptance.
Disillusioned Civil War lieutenant John Dunbar (Costner) inexplicably branded a hero after a failed suicide attempt wins him a battle, gets his choice of military posts. He chooses the frontier, something he wishes to see before it vanishes completely. Dunbar makes the long trek out west only to find an abandoned fort littered with the bones of previous dwellers. Isolated at his new home, Dunbar soon makes contact with the local Sioux tribe, and quickly establishes good relations. By happenstance the tribe carries with them a white woman called Stands with a Fist (Mary McDonnell) who has lived with the Sioux for most of her life. Stands with a Fist ultimately bridges the gap between Dunbar and his new contacts, the results of which open the lieutenant’s eyes, forcing him to forever rid himself of everything he thought he knew about America and its original inhabitants.
Dances with Wolvescan be summed up as a passion project. Director and star Kevin Costner carries the film on his creative shoulders. At the time he was a young actor, full of piss and vinegar. His ego, while certainly visible (check out those larger-than-life opening titles), gave way to a humbling directing experience, one many thought would be his undoing. That drive to prove all other’s wrong gives Dances with Wolves its heart wrenching soul, something a more established filmmaker may have missed altogether. Costner’s passion visibly shows in the way he meticulously lights and crafts each shot; the way he carefully unfolds his story, peeling away the layers to reveal the truth of the matter. The director makes bold statements, but does so without a hammer.
The plot surges forward at all times with confidence. Costner knew he had a winner on his hands, and the director films each sequence as though keenly aware of audience expectations.
Even so, at times that sure footedness gives way to Hollywood convention. The love story, while touching, feels slightly contrived. The film more or less stops dead in its tracks so that Costner can clash tongues with the sultry McDonnell. The white villains in the final reel likewise feel artificial. For a film deconstructing stereotypes in such a manner, I was surprised at the painstaking lengths Dances with Wolves willingly traveled to portray settlers as one-note cartoon characters. Instead of delving into the complexities revolving around Dunbar being forced to choose between sides, Dances with Wolves gives him only one viable option. (Kinda like James Cameron’s Avater ...)
Yet, if Costner the director sporadically loses his grip, Costner the actor never misses a beat. His performance here is second to none – quiet, methodical; more encompassed by silent observations than robust heroic actions. You understand Dunbar’s loneliness, and his eventual transformation; his curiosity, and then love for a peoples he otherwise hadn’t given a second thought. Not that Dunbar is a terribly difficult character to play, but the role doesn’t call for showboating. Dunbar is not a leader; nor is he a hero. He’s simply a man trying to understand the world, and Costner, as he did in Field of Dreams, pulls off the role with aplomb.
Of course it helps to have a splendid supporting cast, namely Oscar-nominees Graham Greene and Mary McDonnell. Greene’s performance, in particular, as the equally quiet, ponderous Kicking Bird, radiates intelligence and patience. A moment early in the film when Dunbar tries to mimic a buffalo works as more than a joke if only because Greene refuses to play it as such. He sits, unmoving, trying to understand what Dunbar is saying. For him, Dunbar represents the key to survival, or understanding another civilization. I liked that he grew frustrated at times and even became emotional – even the wisest of us succumb to human tendencies.
I also liked Rodney A. Grant’s portrayal of Wind in His Hair, arguably the most crucial character in the film. The character at first denies Dunbar, but then ultimately comes to respect him. From a visual standpoint he is raw, unhinged physical power – the iconic image of the American Indian. Inside he’s a complex individual full of pride, and fear for his people. If we could only see, then we might understand. Such seems to be the slogan for the film entire.
Dances with Wolvesrepresents a milestone in Hollywood cinema. As a film it’s a wonderful achievement, full of scope, simplicity and subtle humor. Many actors become directors (Mel Gibson, Clint Eastwood, Ron Howard), but few have the cajones to pull off as big a stunt as Costner – especially on their first stint. A film like Dances with Wolves is no easy undertaking; it requires dedication, humility and a certain amount of insanity to pull off. Good thing Costner was up to the task.
For this review I watched the 20th Anniversary Blu-ray edition and had my first viewing of the much touted “Extended Cut” which adds some 50+ minutes to the finished film. Costner has stated that he had nothing to do with this version of the film, and that his cut is the one seen in theaters. In point of fact, the “Extended Cut” doesn’t add or take away from the film. Actually, the film moves along at a nice pace either way, which surprised me since the “Extended Cut” lasts a little over four hours in length. I watched it in two hour segments, but only because I had other things to do. Otherwise I could’ve finished it off in one sitting and not missed a beat. I will say that some of the scenes, such as Stands with a Fist’s introduction, feel unnecessary. Likewise Kicking Bird’s character is given a brief sequence in which he has a simple conversation with the chief that I felt was included too early. Part of the film’s appeal is its slow unveiling of this new world; by diving head first into the Sioux camp, the veil of mystery unfolds all too quickly.
In truth, I can’t really remember the original cut perfectly, but I didn’t feel like the added 50-minutes hampered the film. The journey is still the same; it just takes a little longer to get to the finish.