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Native American Movies. See all related lists ». Share this page:. Clear your history. Frank Fencepost. Sadie Maracle. Robert McVey.

Little Margaret. Clarence Gaskill. Hobart Thunder. Vern Cheechoo Band. Leslie Spit Tree-o. Did you know Edit. Trivia Most of the movies cast was from the town in which it was filmed. Quotes Bald Cop : Name? Bald Cop : Address? User reviews 20 Review. Top review. I thought that this was an excellent film, and that it really addressed some very important issues. The description given here does this film NO justice at all, nor does the trailer.

I first saw this movie about six years ago and hadn't seen it since until recently. I am currently doing research of native lifestyles and the politics of reservationist systems and this movie suddenly came to mind, from six years prior. It really stuck with me through what has been six years of pretty regular movie watching and it and I am glad that it did. It is MOST definitely work a watch at least once! Its the only movie that i can recall seeing that has any sort of good representation for use in my research.

ReesaTree Jan 11, Details Edit. Release date March 10, United States. Something about something we know. Well, for a long time I couldn't find one, I mean, lots of stuff goes on here , but I couldn't see it as stuff you'd write down. He was in a box and looked like he was sleeping. But Little Margaret was murdered and her eyes were wide open when we found her. I offer the crow my last smoke , and he bites me. This entire ballroom scene has lived in my head rent free since I was six.

So here you go! Click for quality obviously. You stared out of the window, a sigh threatening to escape. Cooped up in one room hour after hour, no longer a wonder why he always seemed so eager to be free of the same walls. Vast and endless as they stretched, they were walls none the less. A breeze shifted your attention to the window, cracked open enough to take the edge off the stuffiness in the office.

The Prince had wanted it opened wider, though the butler advised against. Cautious of the wind disturbing neatly organised stacks of papers. You pressed a hand to the glass, raindrops beading just on the other side. Cascading down as the clouds drew closer. Eyes widening, you moved over.

Slowly, tentatively, you stuck your arm out of the window. The rain felt cold against the bare skin of your palm, peppering your sleeve with dark patches. You pulled your arm back inside, springing from your seat and prancing to his desk.

Besides, he was long overdue a break.