Misanthropic, depressed, reclusive, emotionally distant, overworked, physically exhausted and exhibiting a host of destructive and thoughtless habits, the character Kurt Wallander established a distinct fictional prototype.
Rake is a bit of a mixed bag. It's a straightforward legal drama; a sly comedy; a self-effacing portrait of love, loyalty and family; a cheeky send-up of the eternally adolescent middle-aged male psyche and just simple, relaxing fun.
In fiction, India and all its attendant exoticism is now so familiar that what began as layered myth has flattened into condescending stereotype. Undaunted by the trap of such tropes, filmmakers continue to mine Eastern spiritualism in the hope of cinematic transcendence.