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It's rather Revisionist Western answer to this movie. It's as much of romance as adventure/drama/whatever, and actually I enjoyed it much more (which was't that hard, since I didn't enjoy The Searchers at all).

I don't remember this movie clearly because I've only see it once and quite long tim ago, but I thought it was pretty good for 1977 a western, at least back then. Some people here compared this film to Dances With Wolves, but for me it reminded me rather more of Soldier Blue, actually (no, there was no violence against women and children, and no soldiers for that matter). It's a little flick and I don't remember no mass scenes, and this reminded me of 84 Charlie Mopic. The actor playing the titular character was probably the most persuading white-guy "Indian" I've seen... maybe because he's so heavily body-painted and hardly spoke at all?

Frankly, I don't know why so low general rating just under average. I gave it strong seven, and it's a sincere rating of this movie as a whole. I'd like to see it again.

Grayeagle is entertaining. Jaime Mendoza-Nava made a fine music score. Nicely shot landscape panoramas give the impression of the Big Country. The outdoor reminds me of the movie Dances With Wolves. Alex Cord is a feast for the eyes with his costume, his body paintings and his decorated horse. He plays a decent fellow and is active as an indian warrior in full proud colors who is kidnapping the daughter of Ben Johnson. Ben Johnson automatically assumes the cliches, that a young woman can only be kidnapped by hostile indians to be disgraced. Therefore he eagerly tracks the enemies and gets into a lot of selfmade trouble. Persons of different cultures get acqainted. The kidnapping is disclosed as a friendly forced invitation for the daughter to meet her biological father who is the chieftain of the tribe. Alex Cord and his fellows have the best intentions to escort him through his few left final hours until he dies of old age. Furthermore they try and succeed to make him feel happy and to be in party with his people while he passes away. This movie creates a warm human feeling.

I can understand the actors, all skilled second-tier people working to make a living, participating in this nonsense, but the writer/director/producer has really, truly stunk the place up. I recommend he find a decent textbook and re-read the part about high concept. Watch this as an archaeological expedition, a research exercise into truly dreadful scriptwriting. But not for serious entertainment. Lana Wood -- I'm sure God will forgive you. Charles Pierce, you managed some stunning cinematography, you hired good costume and props people, and your method of faking dead animals to keep the SPCA off your tail was remarkable, but the rest is Hollywood crap at its crappiest. There is absolutely no reason to believe in, or care about, or ...when it comes right down to it...watch any of these people. Not one of them. There's a lot more to verisimilitude than costumes and props. Apparently you were on some kind of mission to revive the noble savage myth, but all you managed to do was mock and trivialize it.

This tale features the corny professionalism that makes American International Pictures so fun to watch. Although politically incorrect and revisionist, it touches the heart. The viewer sees the late Natalie Wood's sister giving it her all. Alex Cord goes against type to be genuine in his depiction. Western fixtures Ben Johnson, Jack Elam, Paul Fix, Charles Pierce, etc., enhance any horse opera. Critics, use your free rental coupon to watch 'Dances with Wolves'. Fans of Samuel Z. Arkoff, get the popcorn ready. You'll also need a handkerchief and a strong stomach for the implied violence. Just sit back and enjoy the show.

This poorly-made movie has a surrealistic tone to it that numbs the mind. Details of why crucial events are unfolding seem sketchy and unfinished. Perhaps that was the director's intent, except for the fact that the whole film lacks any semblance of direction. Nor is there much in the way of acting, dialogue, plot or cinematography. The resolution is out of focus and painfully obvious political correctness abounds, typical for its time frame. In fact, Grayeagle seems like a lousy hallucinogenic drug trip, especially when viewed at three AM. One of Alex Cord and Ben Johnson's worst efforts, and I'm a fan of both actors---a real waste of their talents and of the viewer's time.