(aka a post where I get incredibly excited about a movie no one my age has seen and then fall off into some philosophical thematic tangent. but that’s nothing new to all of you.)
I don’t know if I’d call myself a movie buff, but I’ve certainly seen a lot of movies most people my age (at least the people I know) wouldn’t bother with. This is probably a result of my quirky interests and my dad being quite the cinema enthusiast. (If it weren’t for him I don’t think I would’ve ever come to see movies as pieces of art.)
Anyways (I use that word a lot on this blog don’t I?), if you’ve been around my little blog long enough you’ll know that The Last of the Mohicans is my favorite movie.
Here’s a quick synopsis I found here (because I’m too lazy to use my summarizing skills today), “In 1757, during the French and Indian War, the three men we met in the opening — Hawkeye; his adopted Mohican father, Chingachgook; and Chingachgook’s son, Uncas — rescue the Munro sisters, Cora and Alice, and a British major, Duncan, from an ambush by a Huron war party that leaves the rest of the convoy dead. The attack is led by Magua, a Huron masquerading as a Mohawk to gain British trust. As the Mohicans and Munros race across the lush forests and fields of New York state, Magua resumes his vengeful pursuit of the Munro women, as he blames their father, a colonel, for gravely harming his family.”
There’s a thousands little reasons why I love it and today I’m just going to spew ten or so of them to you.
- The acting is stellar. All the actors very much fit their roles. Wes Studi, Madeleine Stowe, Jodhi May, and Steven Waddington are all great, and Daniel Day Lewis is absolutely amazing. He literally becomes Hawkeye. (I watched an interview with him where he said he actually lived in the woods for a while before filming. That’s some dedication.)
- The cinematography is so wide and colorful. It really adds to the sweeping, epic sort of feel the movie has.
- Well, I wouldn’t be a teenage girl if I didn’t gush over the romance. The relationship between Hawkeye and Cora is one of those passionate, swooning sort of romances but at the same time ’tis not frivolous but strong. I love watching how the two of them move from questioning the others’ motives to carefully embracing them for who they are and protecting one another. It’s beautiful and it makes my insides warm and happy and a little teary. (okay actually really teary)
(And then how she lowers her eyes and then raises them again to meet his gaze head on. Ahhhhhhhh. My mom says that doesn’t happen in real life. I disagree. Strongly. But my stance on the lost art of soul searching glances is another post.)
Also this iconic declaration –
I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you.
- So much of the character development is through small nuances of personality, like glances and stances until it comes full circle in some sort of passionate speech.
Cora Munro: [speaking of Hawkeye’s imprisonment] Justice? If that’s justice than the sooner French guns blow the English out of America the better it will be for the people here.
Colonel Munro: You do not know what you’re saying!
Cora Munro: Yes I do, I know exactly what I’m saying! And if it is sedition, than I am guilty of sedition too.
- Some of the sarcasm is pretty on point.
Duncan: There is a war on. How is it you are headed west?
Hawkeye: Well, we kinda face to the north and real sudden-like turn left.
- THE SOUNDTRACK. It’s phenomenal. Just go listen to it. It’s perfect for the movie, it completes it. It transcends it. Definitely fits that end of an era theme.
- The battle scenes, while difficult to watch, aren’t horribly gory (except for one *ahem* heart wrenching (literally, yikes) scene), they’re very accurate and still tasteful.
- I love how the history and story fit together. The Native American element adds a unique perspective to the history of early America. Actually there’s a lot of different perspectives in the movie, British officers, the colonists, the Native Americans, the French.
- The Last of the Mohicans is definitely one full of historical accuracy and authenticity. Both of which are extremely important in my humble opinion.
- The colors of the film are so vibrant without being ostentatious, which really adds to the frontier aesthetic.
- There’s so many good themes in this movie. Freedom, justice, sacrifice, love (of course), determination, good vs. evil, the converging of nations and all the complications of that, the ending of an era and the beginning of a new.
And one day there will be no more frontier. And men like you will go too, like the Mohicans. And new people will come, work, struggle. Some will make their life. But once, we were here.
(That last part of the lines gives me chills every time the music swells and the credits roll. I can feel the goosebumps coming on just remembering it.)
After all those great reasons, there’s just something about the epic, romantic, historical dramatics, and stirring emotions that I love. In all honestly it’s a good piece of storytelling. And there’s nothing I’m unable to resist more than a quality story.