A forgetable movie. There are no subtitles. There is no acting. The whole movie is just one performance after another. It starts with a wedding ceremony in Rajistan and ends with some Flamenco in Spain.
Violent scenes start the movie.
A couple of sex scenes also goose the censor meters. Most of the movie is concerned with inner turmoil, though, and a dialog between the man and his manhood via an eel. The plot shamelessly exploits the current fascination pop culture has with numerology and nerd geniuses. Several women were seen to fall asleep during the showing. Well-shot and beautifully dialoged, the film is populated with actors that quickly moved me into a suspense of disbelief.