Matt and I take a plunge into The Man Who Would Be King, the rollicking and sometimes fuzzy and frustrating 1975 film from the great John Huston.

You've got Michael Caine and Sean Connery. You've got absolutely stunning cinematography, depth of field, costumes, interesting material, a captivating premise, great talent everywhere you look, all of the ingredients are there for a fantastic movie ... so why did watching it leave our stomachs vaguely churning like butter? And on top of that, why did we still sort of enjoy it despite the troubling aspects of how its colonizers are depicted?