Two Irish brothers in Brooklyn, NY. The year is 1975. This is where and when I grew up so I can say with certainty that John Gray, the writer and director of White Irish Drinkers, has completely captured that world verbatim. This movie is completely authentic and true to the period. It was painful for me to watch, like looking at a car wreck, but I couldn't look away.
White man gets sent to spy on the savage enemies. He earns their trust and falls in love with the chief's daughter. White man's army attacks the savages. The savages, and the chief's daughter feel betrayed, and want nothing to do with the white man.