This is another movie about race that features a white leading character and passive minorities dependent on the white man's benevolence. The message is that those Indians should be grateful for Nicholas Cage not hating them. Not to mention the stereotypical treatement of Native American life, with their connected-ness-to-nature and quirky ceremonies and junk. If all this weren't damning enough, it was horribly dull and even though it was the only movie available to see in Hanoi at the time I wished I hadn't wasted the forty cents admission price, and gotten a bowl of soup instead.