Michael Mann's 1992 'Last of the Mohicans' displays much that is wrong with blockbuster film-making of its time. The period costumes and scenic photography may be celebrated. The script is terrible. Daniel Day-Lewis articulates some fine leaps through jungle but gets little chance to act. Madeleine Stowe deploys a bemused 'sad, and wistful' countenance with grace throughout. Such are the roles for men and women: man leaps; woman looks wistful. Those Americans native to the country before the English and French arrived are a pretty bad bunch but for these three mohicans who go out of their way to aid the white settlers. One story-line in here, reminiscent of a certain Dickens tale, is allowed to occur without the audience even noticing it. 'Last of the Mohicans' hints at subtlety early on but progressively worsens before reaching an ending that might be from a b-movie. Dim.
A film that stirs the blood. A beautiful, powerful historical adventure story set against the back drop of the 18th Century war between France and England for control of the American colonies. Daniel Day-Lewis in his usual totally immersed role as Nathaniel, is the adopted son and brother to the Mohican Chief and his son, the last of a vanishing tribe. They become embroiled in a blood feud between Wes Studi's vengeful Indian and the beautiful daughters of an English Colonel. Madeleine Stowe, a highly underrated actor and with a stunning natural beauty, plays Cora the eldest. It's Cora and Nathaniel's passionate love that drives the narrative with gritty battle scenes, fights, a rousing soundtrack and absolutely glorious cinematography. This is one of director Michael Mann's great films, it's pure cinema and a film of passion to savour time and time again.