"Hostiles"

One of the finest films I've ever seen ...
mature, candid ...


the frontier cruel to the bone, for everyone ...
death everywhere ... no one was free from it's chilled hand ...


scoundrels survive until their end; soldiers do their job ...


souls harden; spirits collapse ...


can there be any form of goodness in such a setting? No angels here, no clean hands ... but can there yet be some hope?


Can D.H. Lawrence's quote that sets the stage for the film yet be undone by better angels?

“The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted."