Looking for some entertainment last night, I stumbled across Last of the Mohicans in Netflix's streaming catalog. Hard to believe it's been twenty years since Michael Mann's first real success, one that helped him move on to Heat, Ali, and all the rest. Hard to believe we were still early on in Daniel Day-Lewis's career as well!
Needless to say, the movie holds up almost two decades later. Of the acclaimed frontier pics of that era, it easily trumps Kevin Costner's bloated Dances With Wolves, thanks to a tighter narrative, a more compelling lead, and what might be one of cinema's finest scores.
As for Mann, what can I say? I look back and think of him as a defining director of the past twenty years, yet, when I look at his bio, I'm stunned by how few films he's made, especially the fact that he's made only a handful of truly memorable ones. Does that diminish his greatness? Honestly, I'm not sure, but, for that one night, I was reminded of all he can be.
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