SHAMAN

The film seems to speak of the rift between tradition and modernity without words, only through ritual, sound, and body. The camera observes as ancient energy seeks a new breath.

I was struck by how the director uses the forest’s light and greenery as a metaphor for awakening. Nature isn’t a backdrop, it’s an equal participant in the ritual.

Every frame radiates respect for the roots. There’s no exoticism here, only the transmission of knowledge, where every gesture and drumbeat becomes an act of remembrance.

I don’t know why, but I felt silence inside. The drum seemed to echo somewhere under my skin. It’s deeply personal like the film is speaking directly to you.

It is a meditation on how culture survives through transformation. For tradition to live, it must evolve and the film captures that sacred moment of change.