Staggered, slouching figures against a fading light, left with nothing to do but reflect on the past for lack of a future. Minahan is as adept at capturing images of striking ambiguity as he is images of serene ambiance, images of a town of "such complexities" that nevertheless can house the quiet sweetness of gently grasped hands, of tender hugs, of song to send an old friend to rest. There's violence, yes; bullets and beatings and flame. There are still guns in this valley. And there is plenty of death. Death can come suddenly or slowly, but life will always, always follow. The film follows the series' remarkably bleak ending by finding the silver lining it concluded without. It's not cloying or desperately cathartic. In the end (as we all are, in the end), it's purely human.