Cowboys, horses, the long game of honesty (and the reality of the trap when you play the short game), the redemptive power of honest hard work, a horse that lives in an apartment that has an uncovered turntable that has a Coltrane record on it (Side Two of Ballads, apparently), Coltrane used as a tool for a ruptured father-son relationship, gentrification as a villain that is a cruel destructor of basic humanity, human-horse bonds that survive all of that, and once again - cowboys and horses. And in an urban setting, because, you know a city like Philly relied on horses long before it didn't and old stables and shit still exist in town.
What's not to like about that? Hell if I know. I loved it.