But here’s the most interesting thing about the movie; there’s hardly a word of swearing (in fact, Bettie scolds a colleague for the language in a bawdy song), no blood, no violence, hardly even a raised voice, yet the film’s rated MA. Have we really come so far in 50 years?

An ex boxer-turned Buddhist monk collects horses and orphaned, malnourished children in his far north Thailand monastery, wielding his own special kind of boisterous, unsentimental love to boys who’ve never known it.

It’s been called everything from the savage continent to the New World. Spread over 30 million square kilometres, it has virtually every landscape and climate, life form and geopolitical society known to humankind. Is there any wonder our fascination with Africa never runs out?