The burdens of tribal answer ability weigh heavily concerning Toa Frasers The Dead Lands and its Maori warriors, but, inconveniently, correspondingly does some ponderous and cluttered film making. Set deep in New Zealand forests long in the since colonization and performed in the Maori language, Mr. Frasers full-dress appear in the stage follows a chieftains son remaining after his relatives is slaughtered by merciless enemies. The son, Hongi, teams happening as soon as a legendary lone fighter who trains him, even if the smugly ruthless leader of his relatives killers wanders through hallowed lands. Mr. Fraser seems to have directed his cast to declaim their lines as if all moment is a fraught ritual. Spirituality does palpably course through the waking lives of these characters, but the actors in report to seem most enjoyable in the warfare scenes.