I fully expected Olivia Newton John to burst out signing 70ies love songs at any moment, but Carly Simon did the honors instead.
The original movie was about how an educated ("educated". That's important) white man discovered and understood Lakota culture and values, and honored them. But the movies, which, by the way, use white and Mexican actors to portray native Americans, portray the Lakota as children in awe of the white man who likes them.
This last installment is a typical early 80ies formula for simplistic entertainment where the Lakota (Sioux) are reduced to "children". It's just shameful. Also, ridiculous.
I did marvel, though, at how many rounds that rifle could fire without ever reloading.
This is no longer about Richard Harris' Man called Horse. It's about his out-of-nowhere son falling in love with a Crow young woman and together they... well... I'm not sure what exactly the accomplished. Nice, white love song though!