While our eyes find beauty and meaning in every frame, the writing frustratingly underwhelms. Danish Sait, who gets his hands dirty as the devil, is part of a brilliantly choreographed stunt sequence that sees him charge into the smoke-filled grounds of a Portuguese colony. But at the end of the film, what remains etched into the brain are the images, and not really the character. The action sequences, which beautifully borrow the spirit of Kurosawa and Kobayashi, are arresting. But without the finesse of writing to complement these scenes, as powerful as they may look, feel empty. The ambush of songs and the less-than-extraordinary treatment of women — the ready villainizing of a trans person, who is otherwise badass — mostly disappoint.