No wonder he seemed so sublimated into his surroundings when he was riding his bike through the desert. So solitary, so stark, so remote and inaccessible. I am loving the scenes where the director dwells on this quality of his, his prickly heat, his stubborn isolation born of betrayal. They couldn't have set this story anywhere else.
I'll be so sorry when they finally start showing the scenes shot in Bombay - no more man and desert shots then.