In Myanmar, an obscure sport called 'Chinlone' is played there obsessively. This film follows one man's discovery and infatuation with the pastime. This 'Sport' (although I totally dispute this claim) is very similar to hackysack (although the director disputes THAT claim too, he doesn't mention it in the movie) except it's done with a larger lighter, hollow-sized, volleyball shaped ball. The art of bouncing it around with your feet is tricky, and is all quite interesting, and the tourney Myanmar has for this is really quite spectacular, as with the images of the country itself. but the film gets bogged down from the tepid children's sing-song narration, done by the director himself EG "I was soooo tired! It was sooo beautiful!" I don't know, I didn't like the film as much as other people it seems, I think this one is just a touch overrated.