By Bradon Marcuccini
I saw “Last of the Mohicans” two weeks ago. I saw it with a couple of friends, but I don’t think any of us spoke the whole time because the movie was so engrossing.
The plot of the movie isn’t very difficult to spot. The story takes place in early America. The French and British were fighting for control of the new land. Many of the American Indians had also joined the fighting one side or the other. There were also bands of Indians who hadn’t sided up with anyone.
The first bit of real excitement is at the very beginning of the movie. There are three Indians running through the forest with rifles in their hands. The next thing you know they’re standing next to the carcass of a large deer, praying. “Thank you, brother, for dying so that we may live,” said the oldest looking one in the group. They were the last three Mohicans.
Now I don’t want to spoil the rest of the movie for you but I will tell you this. They save the girl, get all the bad guys, and make it to safety.