If I was that English dude, I'd have let Natty Bumpoe die for her (or let her die).
Sadly (for him), he got caught on the wrong end of a dick-measuring contest and had to commit to that particular fatal game of chicken.
I'm sure there's some more profound, subtextual interpretation that Michael Mann or the writers would offer--something symbolic about the French-Indian war. Something poetic.
But I'm sticking to brass tax here.
And he basically died due to being the ultimate cuck, mercy killed by the (far manlier, more handsome) man cuckolding him. Now, that's Cinema right there.
Last edited by Ol Dirty Dastard; 12-14-2023 at 07:37 AM.
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