A film about how the "West" as a concept was largely a series of intersecting male insecurities, from penis anxiety to the overwhelming fear of losing a fight. The hero is a man with a past of ruinous, pointless violence who bettered himself only when he separated himself from his old pack and settled down with a woman who showed him another kind of life, and his aged wisdom of the evil of his old ways constantly nags at him when he sinks into old habits. Honestly, more revolutionary a revisionist western than I think an actual liberal could produce today, or at least certainly one less interested in blaring these themes as opposed to teasing them out with subtle elegance.