This movie is odd in the fact that I didn't quite understand all of it (some of it is a bit dreamy, not only because of dream sequences, but spaced out like a weird dream, too), yet I can't escape the feeling that I just watched something truly wonderful. I have James Welch's book of the same name but haven't read it yet. Now that I've seen the movie and it's fresh in my mind, I intend to read it sooner than later, and hope that the book gives me added insight into what I just watched. As a side note, aspects of this movie reminded me of The Big Lebowski. One more thing: A.V. Club has a review of this movie which ends with this: "Cursed with a vague, rambling script and an equally indistinct lead performance, the film is a scattershot series of vignettes about self-definition that, ultimately, never coheres into a lucid whole." Disregarding the comment about the lead actor (Chaske Spencer) who was brilliant and believable, the comment is mostly true, but at the same time doesn't really do the film justice. It feels that way, yet there is something else going on here, too. Bottom line: This film requires some work from the viewer. Will definitely watch again.