This was easily one of the worst movies I've seen in a while. Don't mistake me, much of the film is gorgeous and I don't regret seeing those sequences. However, the condescending framing device and pseudo-spiritual nonsense destroy any beauty that follows. The movie is at its best when it's silent. By a more competent writer, the same effect could have been achieved without forcing the "This story will make you believe in God" intention down the viewer's throat. Are there wondrous, near-fantastical stories out there? Absolutely! I love fiction and inventive fantasy. But to insist that these things must necessarily lead one to belief in God is no better than the person who insists everything is the result of God's doing, even when that was not the question that was poised. This film eschews transcendence and self-discovery for platitudes and skin-deep spirituality. It refuses to trust the viewer, insisting that it convey the moral to you before the story has even started. Had it lacked the scenes of other-worldly beauty, I could probably have safely ignored it; but because it includes them, and is so ham-fisted about the rest of its narrative, it becomes an egregious entry in year already bloated with overrated films.