If a person with no understanding of the nomad life walked away from this movie believing the lifestyle was a hellscape, I’d forgive them. There are bad aspects, just as in every human endeavor. But for me, this isn’t some tragic happening…
When adventurers are carted in by the wagon load to stem the tide of an unspeakable malevolence, can it still be called heroism?
It’s like when your Grandpa farts at the dinner table while saying grace. You just let it slide. Grace ain’t a laughing matter. And, I mean, it’s gross, but you love the ol’ guy and he can’t help it.