Well, that is accomplished, if nothing else, and yet, it sure takes its time to reach such an accomplishment.Īs a relatively extensive fictitious biography, this film ought to be tight with its relatively mere runtime of just a minute shy of 140 minutes, but there's still something excessive, to a point of aimlessness that is exacerbated by directorial cold spells, of which there are only a few, but enough for there to be occasions of blandness which distance resonance. I joke, but it is weird how scarce Judaism was in the Old West, especially in comparison to whatever in the world the Cheyenne practiced, but now, they join forces to take on the whole 'little big world' (I don't know if my saying that makes me want to play the video game of the same name, or play The Hives' 'Hey Little World'), or at least tell a pretty good story. Dustin Hoffman's family must not have drifted too far away from him, because Arthur Penn was so much that level of Jew that he probably was Hoffman's father, but the fact of the matter is that the Old West seemed to do a better job of driving out the Jews than it did getting driving out the Redskins. If this guy is lying about nothing else in his story, he's lying about being taken in by the Cheyenne after his family got killed, because I'm sure his parents were just trying to get rid of him for being such a big Jew in the Old West. or whatever's story is, him summoning the rain/sun gods wouldn't be all that relatively ludicrous, and he wasn't even born to the Cheyenne's. Man, as crazy as the titular Little Big Nose's.

or 'Little Sun Dance Man', or whatever dance the Cheyenne tribe thought would actually work in bending the elements. 'Little Big Nose'-I mean, 'Little Rain Man'! Shoot, this is more like 'Little Rain Dance Man'.

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