It is getting to be a cliche that you can bookend a messy, incoherent story comprising levitating rocks and a menacing anthropologist with the shooting, then the death, of the protagonist and get away with calling it a discussion of the metaphysical. Yawn. See "Jacob's Ladder" for a more stylish and significantly more engaging trot through the same subject matter. In its defense, the acting is excellent. And just how much older is Harvey Keitel than Mira Sorvino, anyway?