Dancing with Wolves.
“Dances with Wolves” had one of those trick, cinema-centric endings: “He’s gone Injun!” Last time you heard that line, when you were a kid, you felt sorry for the guy who went Injun. In “Dances with Wolves” you feel sorry for the guy who says it.
I liked it. It’s historic, eye-opening. The way they did that scene from the only photograph of the Indians at war with the U.S. The scene where the Costner character communicates about the buffalo without words. The whole concept of the enemy as wild (to us) but beautiful, like a wolf. “Zero Dark Thirty” did the same with monkeys.
I don’t know if I would like it now. Things like that tend to get old, because the ideas are absorbed into the culture.