The Last of the Mohicans (1992) directed by Michael Mann is my favorite movie of all time.
Not only is the cinematography breathtaking, it is so powerful that without script or music the pictures would tell the story perfectly, burning holes in your soul. (Remember Alice floating to her death to join her beloved Uncas?) I have yet to discover a movie with as much potential. The orchestral theme is - for lack of a better word - resonating.
Then there are the actors. Supported by an impeccable backdrop of scenery and sound, they delivered the scant dialogue with all the grace of their classical training. But let’s not forget that about fifty percent of this movie captures the actors in silence. Stowe’s stunning display of facial gymnastics had her growing from vulnerable to seething to heartbroken and she made you believe every word she did not say. (Who can forget the scene when Hawkeye stares at Cora until she blushes prettily, and he leaves with a satisfied grin? Or when Uncas appears in the sprinkled shade of the trees as he gazes at Alice by the river…and we spy this moment in which he falls in love with her? Or the trackers’ tireless search for Cora, Alice, and Maj. Duncan?) The juxtaposition of silent lovemaking and canons, light and dark, expansive mountainous views and cramped officers’ cabins, French with native tongue…in my opinion, no one has ever or will ever make a better movie (although great movies of different genres exist, e.g. “Crash”).
My point is this: “timeless” is not a word that begins to describe this movie…because the movie lends me a view of the volatile period it portrays that is “more deeply bestowing to my blood than any imagining could possibly have been.” (Cora Munro to Hawkeye), and because the movie’s portrayal of the past possesses eternally relevant commentary…
Cora Munro: “The whole world’s on fire, isn’t it?”
