"Embrace of the Serpent," that I watched last night on Hulu.

Is, for me, a guilty pleasure, which I know I ought not to have enjoyed as much as I did, but which, thankfully, was without any serpent-embracings, simulated or otherwise, that I saw, and also without any explanation of what the mythological significance (such as Joseph Campbell was always trying to reveal to us) of such embracing might be--which, frankly, I also much appreciate. But it was an enjoyable black-and-white two-tuber of a trip up the Amazon, with pleasantly chilling reflections on how beastly the rubber trade was to everybody back in the day when rubber extractors were paid by not amputating their hands and arms--apparently the same up the Orinoco as up the Congo with King Leopold, so it seems this movie would have us believe.  But which I had never before heard had been the fate of rubber extractors in the New World.  You'd have thought

Dom Pedro'd have put a stop to it.