Culture Clash par excellence!

This film is a small masterpiece - even though I have a long time to understand that. This is certainly also the fact that his narrative structures - the plot and its resolution - leave the classic pattern of the films that we are now accustomed. What, however, has already captivated me at first viewing, which is the tremendous visual language that summarizes Beresford along with the music of Georges Delerue for a cinematic experience.

A French priest goes along with an assistant and an Indian tribe deep in the forests of the newly discovered "the New World" to seek there a mission that was established years ago and from which one has since heard nothing.

Who expected that the aim of the trip open up answers and resolve conflicts, waiting in vain. The trip is the answer. The journey of these people, their origin and different belief could not be defoliated with every scene answer to answer the question why the arrival of Europeans the indigenous original culture of America had to take the fall.

The final scene, in which the priest / demon / black skirt serving the sick with cholera Indians the sacrament of Baptism, by asking them whether he loved her, without reserve "yes!" answered and then seamlessly flows into the conclusion that the Christianized Indian tribes were all one and all cut off from their rivals, then the missionaries abandoned their stations in the forests of North America, is for me the most tragic, the most poignant moments of cinema history.

The English subline the film was: "Forget Dances with Wolves - this is the real thing." Damn right.