Years before Kevin Costner
played a Civil War-era soldier who bonded with Native Americans in Dances with Wolves (1990), English actor
Richard Harris played a character on a similar journey in the harrowing A Man Called Horse series. Based on a
1950 short story by Dorothy M. Johnson, the first picture in the series, A Man Called Horse, was released in
1970. Although Harris was still relatively fresh from the success of the
blockbuster musical Camelot (1967),
he was quickly sliding into a rut of intense movies about men enduring
physically and spiritually debilitating odysseys—for instance, A Man Called Horse was one of three early-’70s Westerns dominated by
scenes of Harris suffering bloody abuse. (A shrink could have fun analyzing the actor’s
career.)
Harris stars as Lord John Morgan, a British aristocrat who is
captured by a Sioux Indian band called the Yellow Hand while traveling in the
American West. The sequence of his capture is typical of the picture’s
disturbing vibe—Morgan is bathing in a river when Indians lasso him around the
throat, yank him from the water, and then prod with spears while he tries to
fight back, naked and vulnerable. Initially, Morgan’s captors treat him like
property, and he learns about Yellow Hand culture and language from Batise
(Jean Gacson), a fellow member of the tribe’s lowest caste.
However, when an
opportunity arises for Morgan to prove his worth in battle, he determines that
he wants to become fully integrated into the Sioux Nation. Accepting the Indian
name “Horse,” Morgan takes a Sioux wife and—in the film’s most famous
sequence—endures a gruesome initiation ritual during which he’s hung from the roof
of a giant tent by hooks dug into his pectoral muscles. (If you can watch that
scene without feeling queasy, you’re a better man than I, Gunga Din.) Director
Elliot Silverstein’s style is lurid and occasionally trippy, the
otherworldliness of the piece accentuated by Native American music and a preponderance
of dialogue spoken in the Sioux language. One can easily quibble with the
film’s dramatic merits and historical accuracy, but it’s impossible to deny
that A Man Called Horse possess a
bizarre sort of cinematic power. Plus, while Harris was well on his way toward
self-parody, given his penchant for operatic gestures and shouted dialogue, his
commitment is unquestionable.
Six years later, Harris reprised his role in the
competent but unnecessary sequel The
Return of a Man Called Horse, which replaces the original film’s grisly
novelty with a ponderous narrative about the title character becoming a messiah
for his adopted people. When the picture begins, Morgan has returned to England
but regrets leaving the Sioux behind; subsequently, when he returns to America for a
visit and discovers that the Yellow Hand were humiliated and relocated by
white men, Morgan resumes his Horse persona and rouses his friends to a new
chapter of accomplishment and purpose.
Woven into this principal storyline is a
thread of Morgan attempting to reclaim the spiritual fulfillment he felt while
living among the Sioux, so the picture is filled with anguished speechifying, and, naturally, director Irvin Kershner presents yet another bloody initiation ritual. The Return of a Man Called Horse
is handsomely made, but it suffers from bloat and humorlessness, so viewers may end up feeling as depleted as the protagonist by
the time the thing runs its course. In 1982, Harris reprised the Morgan role
one last time for The Triumphs of a Man
Called Horse, but the focus of the threequel was actually Horse’s son, so
Harris’ appearance in the substandard flick is really just a glorified cameo.
A Man Called Horse: GROOVY
The Return of a Man Called Horse: FUNKY
I have been to The Lakota SunDance in Oregon. To me Richard Harris give his all in these scenes.
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