No, the limits are not on the Lone Man, but, as we'll see, on those who want to control him, and his kind, although at one point DeBankolé's character insists he is "with" no one. Starting from Madrid, moving on to Seville, and then to a more remote and desolate point in Spain, he has a series of encounters with various connections who represent particular types. They—played by the likes of Tilda Swinton, John Hurt, Gael Garcia Bernal, Luis Tosar, and Youki Kudoh—not only advance the Lone Man's mission, they deliver paeans, or perhaps eulogies, to many ideals. Cinema, the old-school notion of Bohemia, and the farthest reaches of molecular science are all evoked—some observers have said they're evoked rather tritely. (Some also don't like the use of a Rimbaud quote at the film's beginning, because apparently now Rimbaud is only for undergrads. Jesus.) That's part of the earnestness I'm talking about, and I would ask some of the tut-tutters out there the question, if you don't believe in any of this stuff somehow, why are you here in the first place?