I am not sure why exactly, but when ever I hear some work, some film, book, story, etc., praised as championing the "human spirit," I bristle.
What it is, I do not know, but this human spirit seems like a cheap proxy for God. Modern humanism, in its secular wisdom, is afraid to speak of God and instead, invents some special force inside us all, that is the human spirit. Western invidualism at its worst and finest.