Those pigeons bill and coo, sitting on the hero's hat, who in turn doesn't seem to notice all these beasts. This hero isn't what you would think of a hero normally. No Sylvester Stallone type. Even not a Crocodile Dundee type. Or Indiana Jones or James Bond, you name it.
Modern movies are full of heroes.
Our soul seems to be in need of heroes. This guy is not a real hero at all. He is reluctant. He does not look into the world eager to leave his imprint, he looks inwardly. This snake is dangerous all right, but she seems to manipulate the hero's head, aims at the forehead as if to kiss him with her tongue, her motion is a caressing one, like a loving mother blessing her child.