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Tears and laughs, this is what I remember about seeing this

movie in the late 70's. The Last Warrior was the title I knew it under, turns out, this was

the title they used in Europe for it, and it's a much better title than

Flap. I read the book, in it's German translation. I still like it. Wish I could see it again, my memory is a little fuzzy on it, but in my

mind, it was a great movie, tearing at my emotional strings. At that time, I would have considered it racially progressive, as it

employed Native American actors and spotlighted the plight of life

on reservations. I don't know how I would judge it today, but 20+ years ago, I gave it an A++ rating.

It's been a few years since I've seen "Flap," and admittedly the memory is perhaps a little fuzzy in places. Though I've never read Huffaker's "Nobody Likes a Drunken Indian," the movie still stands out as a character study which needed to be told. Showing both sides of life on a remote, post-war reservation, its characters displayed bits and pieces of people I've known on and around a nearby reservation in this region. Also, the destruction of the bulldozer, subsequent bender with its owner, and the theft of a railroad car provided much needed moments of comedy to the ever present backdrop of the plight of the natives. Though few are likely to have heard of this movie, and though I've heard it is currently out of print, I feel it is long overdue for a remake and yes- some improvements. Still, it's one of those films that is well worth a look. -Chuck

Typical of the early seventies, after - or during - the success of SOLDIER BLUE and othe LITTLE BIG MAN, I mean the Natives Americans living conditions...I did not expect such a film from director Carold Reed, though he gave us, seven years earlier, THE RUNNING MAN, starring Larry Harvey, also surprising from him. However THE RUNNING MAN was closer to THE THIRD MAN, in terms of plot, than this FLAP - THE LAST WARRIOR, scheme. Martin Ritt, and his social involvement (HOMBRE) would have been more "predictable" in the choice of the director than Carol Reed. But it remains a good film. But I persist and sign: Martin Ritt, or Sid Pollack would have been more "concerned" in such a plot. Or John Frankenheimer.

Have you ever read a book, then seen the movie, and wonder-How did they screw it up so bad? This is one of those. The book by Huffaker, "Nobody Likes a Drunken Indian" was great, riotously funny...this movie is not. It seems as though nobody cared enough to move the direction along so we CARED about the characters. This movie, which touches on some real concerns about Indians, makes you wonder why we haven't seen more comedies about the holocaust, or slavery. Not well done.

The sentiment is appreciated but not the execution. The ongoing plight of the Native American is the worthy subject but having the key roles played by whites was the usual Hollywood BS and comes across as exploitative and stereotyped. Quinn was a great actor but his drunken bear of a man routine wears out fast, as it did in A Dream of Kings.