In 1970 an unusual Western was released starring Richard Harris. In 'A Man Called Horse' an English aristocrat, played by Richard Harris, is captured by Indians while bathing naked in a river. As the white man lives (and treated like an animal) with the tribe, he began to understand and accept their culture. After he is hung by his nipples, he is eventually accepted as part of the tribal family and soon becomes their leader.
In 'The Return of A Man Called Horse' (1976) the aristocratic John Morgan is back living the aristocratic lifestyle when he sensed in his spirit that something bad has happened on to his Indian tribe. He decides to leave his comfy home and return to his other people. When he arrives, Morgan finds Yellow Hand tribe defeated and casted out from their tribal lands. For some reason though, our hero has lost his way somehow. He sulks around and then decided there is only one recourse. He must get naked once again and get smoked like a ham while getting high. This is apparently how Native Americans got their visions. Far out-um!
Of course A Man Called Horse sequel wouldn't be a A Man Called Horse sequel without Richard Harris getting his nipples pulled again. This sequel though tries to outdo the first movie by having lots of Indians get their nipples pulled together in a manly-man nipple pull ceremony.
I remember seeing this movie at the old Rebel Drive-in with my brother Brook and friend Jamey Moore. I recently saw both of these movies again and actually appreciated them a little more than I did back when they were first released. I still can't get past the weird nipple hanging ritual thing. Why make movies featuring Richard Harris' naked bee-hind? The movies have merit, but it's still a little weird to watch. They should have named it A Man Called Ass.