It plods along for most of its runtime, seemingly without much aim or insight. By the end, though, I actually found something strangely moving about Brannaman's attitudes toward life and responsibility.
Maybe part of that could be the fact that my family once owned a horse ourselves, so I suppose I felt a kind of connection to this movie in a way. And if Brannaman is right about your horse being "a mirror for your soul," well ... I guess we must be okay people, because that horse was a good companion for us.