Dersu Azala is an Oscar winning (best foreign film - sometime, I think, in the '70s) It is by Okiro Kurasawa. Set in the forests of Siberia, not far from what was then the Chinese border, it is a beautiful movie, possibly the most beautiful and wonderful I've ever seen. A movie that could not be made by an American because we expect more action, less goodheartedness -- we expect a musical sound track which this doesn't have.
Dersu Azala is a Goldi tribesman whose wife and children died in a small pox epidemic. He has lived as a hunter in the forest for many, many years. He knows the territory and its denizens. When a Russian surveying team come -- and are mostly lost -- he meets them, agrees to be their guide and becomes very close the captain, a thoughtful and good man himself. Dersu saves his life more than once. One the whole group of soldiers save Dersu's life. The shots of forest, rivers, sunsets, a blizzard are beautiful. The captain keeps notes and later writes a memoir and when Dersu's eyes go and he loses the ability to shoot an animal needed for food, he becomes irrasible and eventually takes the Captain's offer to live in the small town in the forest, but he cannot standing being indoors and can't comprehend the rules and laws and ways of the city. The friendship and the basic way of caring for the forest anc its animals, including the tigers, is rarely talked about anywhere and I've never seen it so beautifully done in a movie.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!