In Campion's wigged-out yarn, Winslet is once again at sea in a mysterious land--as an Aussie who, it's feared, has been brainwashed by an Indian swami. She's rescued and put into the hands of cult deprogrammer Keitel who, with the permission of her folks, locks her away in a shack in the outback and proceeds to fall in love with her. Winslet, who is rapidly taking the "I Love Being Naked Onscreen" trophy away from Nicole Kidman, is as riveting as she has ever been, lending believability to every frame.
And Keitel, as you would expect, is a visual feast of tics and forlorn macho hubris--especially when he puts on lipstick and a dress. Holy smoke, indeed!