“I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!!”
Daniel Day-Lewis descends into beautiful, twisted madness as only he can, sinking into the muck and mire as a man who wants just one thing – to dominate the world and all in it.
A ruthless oilman who plunders both the land and the psyches of anyone who gets too close to his orbit, he’s a sight to behold.
The screen can barely contain Day-Lewis when he’s on a rager, yet he plays quiet pathos with as much power as he does the volcanic eruptions.
Just try and look away. I dare you.
If you didn’t see Michael Mann’s visionary historical drama in theaters, you missed out.
But even on video or streaming, the work of cinematographer Dante Spinotti glistens with vibrant life.
That he was ignored by Oscar voters (his nominations came for L.A. Confidential and The Insider) is a travesty.
But the work outlasts awards, and this is a film for the ages.
Daniel Day-Lewis gets top billing, but Russell Means, as the true “last Mohican,” and Wes Studi as the ferocious Magua, rule.
Their final confrontation, full of fury, anguish, and one especially nasty uppercut, is an all-timer.