The final shot: The giant’s parts, reassembling in the frozen Icelandic snow. He is still playing the game. He is still coming home.

And on a rainy Sunday, when you queue up the film on a streaming service, you are meeting him again. You are throwing the bolt. And you are whispering with Hogarth:

But we always follow. Because that’s the game. And it’s the only one worth playing. — End of deep article —

But as a piece of lifestyle entertainment—a manual for how to meet the unknown, how to play without hurting, and how to choose your own ending—it is a masterpiece. The giant’s final flight is not an ending. It’s a respawn.