A moody little film about the dreams of colonialism, a place where responsibilities are disregarded and impotence is abandoned. But like others have pointed out there doesn't really seem to be enough happening to truly sustain a picture. Quite stylish direction however and I would be happy to see a more fleshed out film from the directors.
Diagnosed early on by the doctor, walking in brother's shoes with venom running through his veins– Gerry isn't "fully himself". The film spends too much time dwelling on could-have-been subtle art touches, but ultimately come off as flatulent and superficial. Never really makes up for the psychological depths it promises.