Heads rolling down the steps of temples, frog poisoned tipped darts, women and children near death, burning death and destruction, and a good old fashioned central American pig hunt. And right in the middle of all that is a good guy just trying to get back to his family. What's not to love about this one? It's like a documentary, only interesting. Stunning visuals, rich imagery, and I assume its profound dialogue, but I don't speak whatever it is they were speaking. This one had me from start to finish. Except for the fact that I had to take a lunch break halfway through. Then the Europeans showed up, and that kind of ruined the ending for me, becasue the historian in me says "Hey, this good guy is gonna die of smallpox, bubonic plague, gunpowder or some other western disease." All that I loved about the characters until that point went out the window. To much of a social statement.