Predominantly set in India , but featuring twenty-five other countries, this is a crisp, clean, visually stunning film. Just like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Hero and House of Flying Daggers redefined what cinema can achieve, Singh's sublime combination of rich colour, Dali-esque imagery and a vivid imagination - from him and Roy (Lee Pace), the injured man telling the story - pushes the boundaries of cinema's capabilities. It is difficult to forget images of an elephant swimming underwater, or spilled tea merging into a blood-stained sheet hiding a fallen hero's body in a hazy desert. The story is an epic fantasy taking advantage of towering sand dunes, the indigo buildings in Jodhpur and lush gardens of the Taj Mahal, but is as memorable as its locations, cleverly combining self-aware humour with a believable air of ethnocentrism (in the 1900s, is an Indian from India or America, for example?). I'm devastated that even though it did the film festival circuit it doesn't appear to be getting a cinematic release, as it is more than worthy of being seen on a big screen. It is undeniably refreshing to see, in this time of green screens and CGI, that a film can still take one's breath away.