Lots of sexual harassments and assaults by messed up Indian men onto the women. Not just the men are trapped in the reservations, but they become the violators and victimize the women. Documentary? Many shots impossible without pre-planning and setting up; at best a self re-enactment in the roles of themselves. These visual images are well done but better presented with photography, just to take out the ugliness of these self-condemned wasted souls of debauchery and decadence.
Best part of the film, though, is the absolutely mesmerizing intermission song: it’s intermission time, cherry lime cola......
