— by Jeff Schultz

Morgan Spurlock’s latest documentary has not one, not two, but four drop-jaw sequences, any one of which would drive you back to watch again and again, if you could stand it. While parts might come off a little science lecture-y, it’s a fascinating lecture nonetheless, and it bolsters the sequences that make you gasp — in disgust, in delight and/or in awe. I am giving nothing away by telling you what these sequences are; truly, you have to see them to believe them: the necropsies at Tulane of post-Katrina rats infected by still-living parasites; the journey of captured Cambodian field rats being prepared, cooked and eaten at a Vietnamese restaurant; the 20-some English terriers that tear rats apart after flushing them out at an infested farm; and —here’s where the awe comes in — the Indian temple where rats are not only revered, a community of faithful lives, eats and (in what is maybe the most memorable image in the film) drinks alongside them.