Sunlight filters through leaves in mandingo the movie. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “mandingo the movie” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “mandingo the movie, deeper mandingo the movie” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “mandingo the movie” worship.