Come for Charlotte Rampling, stay because you’re wondering how much Connery got to wear a red loincloth & hooker boots then dress like a bride in Zardoz. More than a dialogue about the true existence of God (Wizard of Oz allusions), Boorman seems to be critiquing art & the creation of art: NPR vs. cavemen, bloodless lofty goals vs. brutality of humanity, but gets lost in translation from his possibly drug addled mind to film. Oddly enough I would say that Zardoz reminds me of Wall-E.