Moving for the troubled, uneasy way in which Reeves himself tries to come to grips with profound Eastern wisdom. He comes from Hollywood, from the West, so of course those holy words "You're nothing" are combative, crystallize in spite on his lips - but the insight is the same. His black-garbed killer is as identical to the white-robed master as he is contrary. Wants the same thing, and finds it. A work of healing.