The last man of the Yahi, American Indians, thought to be extinct, shows up in California in 1911, is taken under the wing of a museum director (Jon Voight), and begins to learn the strange ways of the white man. Earnest and effortful, and featuring a grave and sonorous performance from Graham Greene (a Best Supporting Actor nominee for Dances With Wolves), this meandering, modest made-for-cable film nevertheless fails to engage. There’s just not enough dramatic conflict between the placid Yahi and his emotionally repressed patron. Although great pains have obviously been taken with period reconstruction, there remains a sense of a manufactured reality. The Last of the Tribe has not been imagined sufficiently and thus gets an eh for effort.