The Indian maiden struggles and writhes beneath the U.S. cavalrymen. When the rape is over, a trooper unsheathes his bowie knife and cuts off one of her breasts. The soldiers use it as a ball, batting it around with their rifles.
Even the Sharon Tate murderers might have blanched at such a scene but Ralph Nelson rushes in where cultists fear to tread. In the Mexican Sierras, he is directing Soldier Blue, a film that he modestly describes as "my commentary on war." To shatter any lingering suspense: he is against it. As proof, he is making possibly the most gut-clutching film...
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