We men are hard-wired evolutionarily to melt at the sight of a woman's tears. Consequently, how much more at one pissing herself while being shattered emotionally and naked (does this pass the Mods? - it's a serious point).

It's at this point that the film becomes something greater than merely a movie of cult deprogramming, and starts to become art.

Yes, Harvey is a bit sleazy, but this is exactly the point (do you think Jane Campion is dumb?). He is an opportunist who is profiteering from his original cult membership (with a guy called Singh) in order now to rake the benefits from other victims. However he is carrying a secret burden of his own unacknowledged emotional hangups.

He believes himself to be invulnerable because of his advanced intellectual defences.

However, faced with a vulnerable supremely beautiful naked woman, he does the usual thing, which IMO is to resist her firmly and nobly twice, then completely capitulate.

It then becomes a very touching story of the redemption of two not so bad at all people, worked out through a number of bizarre but relatable scenarios.

It's actually a very beautiful film, with much wisdom, and a very happy and successful conclusion all round.

Jane is a master at such films - remember The Piano - though possibly leaving out the last episode.

Great and uplifting stuff - very clever and subtle in all respects.