It’s an odd affirmation for the goodness of the world that “Dances With Wolves” is the highest grossing Western of all time.
Kevin Costner’s nearly four-hour epic about a Union Army Lieutenant who integrates into a Lakota tribe could easily have been a colossal feat of hubris. It could have been, well, “Heaven’s Gate.”
But where “Gate” had perhaps an exuberant excess of pride, “Wolves” is burdened only with too big of a heart. The film all but requires its lengthy run time to hold all the sentiment it possesses.
Every aspect of “Wolves” emanates with love.
For better or worse, it is a movie that must be called ‘precious.’ Details of production include: the extent to which Costner and…