The film's subtitle, "a skeptic's journey into the world of yoga," does not refer to Kate Churchill , the dedicated yoga practitioner who co-wrote, produced and directed this documentary. The skeptic, rather, is New York City freelance journalist Nick Rosen , who brings plenty of initial wisecracking resistance to a transformative adventure in self-actualization.

Unfortunately the film is also an adventure in superficiality: As Churchill's camera follows Rosen from New York to L.A. to Hawaii to an extended trip to India, his interest in yoga shifts from the physical to the spiritual. There's probably a good film in this subject, but Churchill sets up the central dynamic¿nattering true-believer filmmaker locking horns with her blase subject¿in ways that feel phony and smug.

"I'm sick and tired of trying to get Nick to be meaningful," she says at one point, and while it's half-a-joke, as a filmmaking statement of intent it's also half-appalling. For die-hard yoga fans only; I'm no yogaphobe but by film's end I was thinking some fairly uncharitable and un-spiritual thoughts.