Who were we, to interrupt this man’s reverie?

Startled from their reverie, flurries of native hens - which piyura kitina is named after - scatter over the mossy grass as we arrive.

Huston’s ready-made villainy won’t suffer either, although I’m pretty sure a shot of him closing his eyes — ostensibly in monstrous reverie — is really just an attempt to remember better gigs.

“Maaannn,” he says, leaning his head back in an amused reverie.

The reverie, twisted as it may be, is an apt one.