If we can take the focus of attention from Mimi Rogers' bosom for a moment or two (an undeniably difficult task as it is an admirable example of the type) we find that we have a love story. However, this is a Nic Roeg film, so we don't have to endure 90 minutes of deluded, mawkish junk. Instead we are treated to witnessing the development of true intimacy between the protagonists, the stereotypical successful art dealer, and the brusque subversive "mysticism" of Fitch - Bryan Brown's character.
It is all done in typical Nic Roeg flashback and parallel fantasy scenes which work very well. The script is really a philosophical debate about love and life but the deepening psychological intimacy mirrored in the intimacy of the massage, ultimately helping both characters to move on to a new phase of life, makes for an engaging, possibly even profound, film.