Aggressively non-linear and heavy on the visual flair, Mike Figgis' allegorical voyage through the mind of a filmmaker alternates between the tawdry, fake sophistication of fancy perfume commercials and an unholy regurgitation of the worst excesses of
European art cinema. Fantasy sequences, dreams, memories and most egregiously an all-too-literal rendering of the Adam and Eve allegory: Sound pretentious? It is. While traveling from England to Tunisia, disaffected director Nic (Julian Sands), a glum Englishman with a rather
cold-looking wife and child, meditates upon his past. Nic is clearly Figgis' alter ego, right down to his profession and early chi...