Al Cliver won't go down in history as the greatest actor ever, or even the most adequate actor ever. He's just kind of there, staring at things. Apache Woman requires Cliver to just sort of stare at things anyway, and therefore it might be the best film he's appeared in as the leading man.
Al is part of a Yankee squad out to capture some Apache tribesmen who have escaped from a local reservation, and by capture I mean slaughter, including the women and children. These brave fellows manage to hold their own up against these unarmed mothers and kids, but when the actual Apaches braves show up they hightail it, leaving one dead Sargeant behind and one unconscious Al Cliver, who never ever fired a shot.
Some time later, Al wakes up to find to everyone dead except for one lady Apache and one passing salesman who is stealing the boots and jewellery from the corpses who figures that he can sell on the squaw as a sex slave. This lady is no pushover though so when two other dodgy cowboys turn up and try and put the moves on her, she headbutts one of the them and hightails it with Al.
You see, this is a messed up love story in a nihilistic mid-seventies way as Al and the Apache woman grow closer despite cultural and linguistic differences (requiring Al to do a lot of staring). A love story where the protagonists realise that their forbidden love will cause them to turn their backs on their respective societies so they can stare at each other over a campfire. A love story where every single white person cannot even see a human when they look on the Apache, including so called men of God. This paragraph was supposed to end on a joke but that doesn't seem so funny after all.
If you're in a foul mood and want to hate the human race a little more, this film will do the trick nicely. It's another twilight Spaghetti Western with a dark, dark heart.
Al is part of a Yankee squad out to capture some Apache tribesmen who have escaped from a local reservation, and by capture I mean slaughter, including the women and children. These brave fellows manage to hold their own up against these unarmed mothers and kids, but when the actual Apaches braves show up they hightail it, leaving one dead Sargeant behind and one unconscious Al Cliver, who never ever fired a shot.
Some time later, Al wakes up to find to everyone dead except for one lady Apache and one passing salesman who is stealing the boots and jewellery from the corpses who figures that he can sell on the squaw as a sex slave. This lady is no pushover though so when two other dodgy cowboys turn up and try and put the moves on her, she headbutts one of the them and hightails it with Al.
You see, this is a messed up love story in a nihilistic mid-seventies way as Al and the Apache woman grow closer despite cultural and linguistic differences (requiring Al to do a lot of staring). A love story where the protagonists realise that their forbidden love will cause them to turn their backs on their respective societies so they can stare at each other over a campfire. A love story where every single white person cannot even see a human when they look on the Apache, including so called men of God. This paragraph was supposed to end on a joke but that doesn't seem so funny after all.
If you're in a foul mood and want to hate the human race a little more, this film will do the trick nicely. It's another twilight Spaghetti Western with a dark, dark heart.