I must admit that I have always been a seventies and early sixties era lover. The counter culture, pessimism and despair that the movie industry - and not only - could deliver. They gave us not so many good films, they did not care about Hollywood moguls motivations. They were totally FREE, Netflix before its time. Yes I love this tepid story told feature, very gritty, sadistic movie, typical of tis period. I thought a little about Bob Mulligan's STALKING MOON, where you also had an Apache warrior on rampage, seeking something; here the killing and rape of one of his own. In the other film, he was after his former squaw, married to Gergory Peck. In both cases, this character was not show as a real bad guy. we could feel empathy for him. Here, in the Jack Starett's film, he finally fights against the "good" white dude, Joel Mc Crea's son, who,defended the squaw though. Both men fighting were against the four evil white men who murdered and raped the other Indian woman. So ironic scheme; This is not a good film, of course, but I really don't care at all.
Review of Cry Blood, Apache
