Taking an unusual theme, the oppression of the Indian by the whites, padding it with a hopelessly drawn out plot, partly redeeming it with some excellent acting, and coloring it with some highly artificial photography, the directors of "Redskin" have produced the rather mediocre picture now showing at the Metropolitan Theater.

Following a most rapidly moving opening reel in which the scene shifts from an Indian reservation to a co-ed college and thence to a tribal village in Arizona in less than ten minutes, the picture then slows to an annoying pace. Even the Indian war dance and struggles atop high precipices fail to arouse the average movie goer. A climax in which the hero races a Ford containing two cheating palefaces is replete with all the nonsensical devices which made the western serial thrill of 10 years ago pass into bad repute.

One feels sorry for Richard Dix in this picture for as Wingfoot, a Navajo chief's son, he obviously attempts to save the weak plot by good acting. Gladys Belmont, as Corn Blossom, princess of a tribe opposing the Navajos, and incidentally a newcomer to the screen also does a fine piece of work.

The colored photography, while too artificial for facial expressions is used to fine advantage in depicting the Indian camp scenes amid the Western mountains.