Shifting Views on Native Americans in the Film, Dances With Wolves :: Movie Film Essays

Shifting Views on Native Americans in the Film, Dances With Wolves A weakened soldier lay on an operation table. The scene is surely non that unusual. 150 years ago, the medical field dealt with gangrene and infections by amputating any(prenominal) wounded limb. Now John Dunbar finds himself in almost the same situation. On a stroke of luck, as it would turn out, the doctor feels to tired to accomplish the operation on Dunbar and decides to finish for the day before taking his stage off. In the moments that followed, a frustrated, confused and disillusioned Dunbar pulls his boots defend on and stumbles back onto the battle field. Feeling like there is nonhing left to know for, Dunbar mounts a horse and charges the stagnant enemy line, bringing the battle to unspoilt fledged combat. Though his original intent I feel was not to start the battle, further rather to end his life, he becomes a hero, see that he wasnt shot or wounded. His cowardly actions in a wring of fate, ir onically landed him as a decorated soldier. Due to his position, Dunbar was minded(p) the filling to go where ever he wanted. This was a customary option for war heros of his time. Being the romantic type, as depicted in the film, he requested to be sent out west to become a US marshal. He felt a calling to see the quondam(a) West before it was gone. Upon his assigning to his post, it was understood that he was an Indian hunter. So, he was sent to a completely unmanned post in the west. here(predicate) is confronting with an interesting sequencing of events that would eternally change his life. The American Indians, in the eyes of approximately everyone moving west, were considered the enemy. I didnt get the impression that Dunbar or his traveling counterpart felt any differently as they the stopped and carefully and with concern, inspected a human skeleton with arrows in it. I also couldnt help but feel some comradery with them. Moments later, a band of Indians notice a cloud of smoke rising in the distance. We see the paint and the scowls on their faces. They look like everything Ive ever thought to be Indian. Savage, heartless, rough, mean and having no concept of rational. And sure enough, as the film would lead me to believe, the horrid Indian descends into the plains to find a white traveler cooking a meal.