“Dances with Wolves” is one of my favorite films, and won an Oscar for Best Picture of 1990. You can watch it as entertainment, for which it serves well, or as history, where it fails considerably. The reason for the latter is simple: In DWW, every last white person, with the exception of Lt. Dunbar (its hero), is crazy, simple, sadistic, or otherwise a first-class son of a bitch. On the other hand the Sioux with which he becomes involved are kind, thoughtful, brave, loyal, peace-loving, and At One with Nature. Oh, they steal the occasional horse by way of recreation, and they’re puzzled by the wasichu, but that’s about as bad as it gets.