Donald Duck learns the importance of mathematics from the early Greeks, who discovered its basic principles, and how they relate to music, art, architecture and sport.

Take a dash of higher, and I do mean higher, mathematics, a couple of bugs, a pinch of Jewish Cabbala, a healthy swig of obsession season with the stock market and the supercomputer program that attempts to predict it, baste with PI, and you get the only film I've ever seen or heard of that finds God through mathematics.
Maximillian Cohen [Gullette], an extraordinarily brilliant mathematician suffering the pangs of endless and unstoppable cluster headaches, every attempted treatment for which he at one point enumerates in a painfully and improbably long list, has developed a system that attempts to predict the paths of the stock market. During this process he accidentally runs across a number, the possible true meaning of which becomes an obsession with not only Max, but also an unusual range of antagonists, from ultra-orthodox religious figures seeking the true existence and name of God to soul less corporate drones who merely wish to control reality.
Blessed with a wonderfully, on occasion, trancey soundtrack, an intelligent, almost too much so, script, and universally fine performances, especially Gullete's tortured genius, this film deserved much more attention than it received upon release. Intelligent watching for intelligent viewers; which means that I'm sure it will be a full house.