Martin Scorsese has achieved the equivalent of the great American novel on screen. The Osage tribes were allocated arid lands in Oklahoma which turned out to be saturated with oil.
The Indians are so rich that they don't know what to do with them. They drive in chauffeur-driven cars, play golf, travel in private planes. They benefit from their fortune, but are placed under guardianship. The whites will use a variety of means to rob them, the most reliable being to marry a squaw. The film sits there a bit. We discover the foundations on which the United States was built. They are called murder, lies, and greed. It was as if he wanted to show all the contenders what cinema was. The audience was left speechless. The other directors breathed a sigh of relief.