Tom Berenger, Babs Hershey & Kurtwood Smith get wasted in this sub-Dances-With-Wolves flop-out.
Three escaped convicts run off into the wilderness. Berenger's retired tracker (with all the usual bereavement & drink issues) is hired by Smith's sheriff to reluctantly go get 'em. The baddies vanish. But there's enough evidence left to convince our man that they're dead. However, a stray arrow sets him thinking...
He co-opts the assistance of a sassy, archeo-bore played by Hershey. He shows her the arrow, which she dismisses as a cheap souvenir (she, an expert, apparently can't tell the difference!) After some more silly dalliance they head off into the wilderness to search for the 'lost tribe'. They find 'em. And now they must protect 'em, from those bad, bad white people all over again.
There is some excellent location photography of the great outdoors. There's a romantic music score, heavily weighted with strings, that's just a little too over-the-top for the circumstances. And from then on, it's downhill all the way. Script is as daft as a box of brushes. The gender/culture issues between mis-matching Berenger's and Hershey's characters are so banal as to be embarrassing. Most of the conflict/resolution dilemmas are inferior set-piece 'homages' to other, better movies.
This could have been a really great watch. Most of the boobs seem to be script & direction. But they're enough to undermine its worth. If there's a goof-ball calling the shots, no amount of money, scenery, music or right-on message can save it from the bran-tub. Here's the proof.
Unless you're as fond of cheese as Wallace, just about every other movie of the genre will knock this into a ten-gallon hat, even those with Disney's dabs on 'em.
Three escaped convicts run off into the wilderness. Berenger's retired tracker (with all the usual bereavement & drink issues) is hired by Smith's sheriff to reluctantly go get 'em. The baddies vanish. But there's enough evidence left to convince our man that they're dead. However, a stray arrow sets him thinking...
He co-opts the assistance of a sassy, archeo-bore played by Hershey. He shows her the arrow, which she dismisses as a cheap souvenir (she, an expert, apparently can't tell the difference!) After some more silly dalliance they head off into the wilderness to search for the 'lost tribe'. They find 'em. And now they must protect 'em, from those bad, bad white people all over again.
There is some excellent location photography of the great outdoors. There's a romantic music score, heavily weighted with strings, that's just a little too over-the-top for the circumstances. And from then on, it's downhill all the way. Script is as daft as a box of brushes. The gender/culture issues between mis-matching Berenger's and Hershey's characters are so banal as to be embarrassing. Most of the conflict/resolution dilemmas are inferior set-piece 'homages' to other, better movies.
This could have been a really great watch. Most of the boobs seem to be script & direction. But they're enough to undermine its worth. If there's a goof-ball calling the shots, no amount of money, scenery, music or right-on message can save it from the bran-tub. Here's the proof.
Unless you're as fond of cheese as Wallace, just about every other movie of the genre will knock this into a ten-gallon hat, even those with Disney's dabs on 'em.