The last, meditative section of Winter Soldier focuses on three white men beginning to have some thoughts about the damaging construct of masculinity. It's an important point, and the men are so scared to talk about it that I wanted to reach out over three decades of contested masculinity and kiss them. But it's a shame the filmmakers let go of the thread thrust upon them by the black protester. The ending leaves the impression that minorities have nothing to say about gender, nor whites about race, that this is a film not about people coming to political and moral consciousness, but about white American guys trying to forgive themselves. And who has time for that story now?