The dialog is completely wooden, with diatribes about the destruction of Goa, when this film seems to be just as much a work of Indian travel porn. The only character with any salt is his mother, a former hippy who at least breaks down as she drives away from her reunion with him, giving a hint of the more complex emotions that should be much more present if this was to be believable. The women are particularly-poorly drawn, and come across as mere accessories to his hedonistic pseudo-tragic tourism. ![]() ![]() This film follows a moping lost soul of a guy around after (we are supposed to believe, but I didn't) he has been released from a kidnapping in Syria.
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