Thursday, September 11, 2008

Pocahontas (1995) is a travesty of historical accuracy

Poverty, alcoholism and suicide - but at least the natives can paint with all the colours of the wind, says Professor Alex von Tunzelmann, writing for Guradian.co.uk

Having seen the error of their ways, the English and the natives in Pocahontas all make friends, and then a pug and a racoon get married. Not strictly accurate, but then the truth is hardly Disney-friendly territory.

Pocahontas (1995) is a travesty of historical accuracy | Film | guardian.co.uk

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Pocahontas (1995) is a travesty of historical accuracy

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