I remember when Last of the Mohicans came out. Or rather, when I rented it on video. Two feet of snow that weekend prevented me from returning the video, or doing anything else but shoveling and watching it over and over with the same primal impulse. It rates as one of the best romantic scenes ever - because they say nothing. No words. As a writer, I admire that.

For awhile, I amused myself at cocktail parties by asking women how they felt about the movie. Many of them had discussed it in depth with their therapists. The personification of the perfect man. Action/spirituality.

You are the one that you’ve been waiting for…

I’d like to recommend a substitute for the 21st century. The man who has emerged from hell, action/spirituality for our era. I’m in mourning for the series, but it was perfect while it lasted - which is all that we get.

Life: Season One

Life: Season Two

The Last of the Mohicans (Director’s Expanded Edition)