Harris reprises his weak and tepid role of an 1800's gentleman who can't stomach modern life in England, so he goes back to the Plains to find his adopted tribe of Sioux Indians.
He finds them on the verge of extinction, starvation, and he is there to lead them to new hope, which means bowing to his leadership. Or something along those lines.
Why the Sioux didn't kill him in the first film goes beyond reason.
More silly stuff from hippies in the 1970's in this second installment of the wildly popular but empty "A Man Called Horse" saga.
Look for a psychedelic scene where Harris is butt-naked while emerged in color shots of eagles flying in the sky.
I think the director was inherently affected by something or other, perhaps something in his cup of coffee or in his smoking pipe. There is nothing else that can explain the ludicrousness found in the movie.
He finds them on the verge of extinction, starvation, and he is there to lead them to new hope, which means bowing to his leadership. Or something along those lines.
Why the Sioux didn't kill him in the first film goes beyond reason.
More silly stuff from hippies in the 1970's in this second installment of the wildly popular but empty "A Man Called Horse" saga.
Look for a psychedelic scene where Harris is butt-naked while emerged in color shots of eagles flying in the sky.
I think the director was inherently affected by something or other, perhaps something in his cup of coffee or in his smoking pipe. There is nothing else that can explain the ludicrousness found in the movie.