The ones who stayed.

Reservation Dogs S3 (but also the whole thing) — 4.5/5

And so ends the slow crawl from comedy to drama, and the path its drawn is beautiful and sweet and something I think, combined with things like Ted Lasso and Our Flag Means Death and The Bear, starts to approach again the new religion, the old religion, one called "all we have is each other." Believe in me as I in you and together we shall rise. If the first two seasons of Reservation Dogs were about escaping the bonds of where you're from, this final season 180s it—they searched for a larger world if only to say goodbye to it. "How beautiful to never search for who you are. Everything you need is here, in the millenniums of certainty." The trust in the aunties and uncles and shitasses and the ancestors, the spirits, that every step was a step forward, and in all the chaos of the universe, the random assortment of atoms traversing eternities, in life and death, they found each other, here, in this place, at this time. They came together. And then the hard part becomes staying together. Though some do leave, and maybe later even more will, I think this show ultimately does something which I'm not sure I've seen before—it celebrates the ones who stayed. The ones who make up the home you return to. The constants. Their small lives, infinite in size. The ones who believe in you, who collectively do their part to fill the god-sized hole inside you. The people in this show touches something in me. I will miss them now that they're gone, and I hope they come this way again.