A picaresque tale on the powerlessness of human beings facing against the fugaciousness of life, meticulously executed with a Gainsborough-ish touch contributed by state-of-the-art utilization of natural light; "good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor they are all equal now"
Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good an' they die out. But we keep a'comin'. We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out; they can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people.