In a remote, mist-covered corner of Ecuador, an American missionary family works to spread their faith. Candice (Sara Canning), Joel (Daniel Gillies), and their son Elliot (Jett Klyne) live in a community where the stunning natural beauty is matched by a deep sense of foreboding. The film opens on this family, their purpose clear, their life seemingly ordered.
That order is shattered by a simple act of childhood carelessness. While playing, Elliot loses a toy and follows it into a volcanic cave the locals have warned is strictly off-limits. He enters to retrieve a small possession and emerges with one of his own.
A mysterious sickness grips the boy, an affliction that traditional medicine cannot explain and that his family’s Christian prayers cannot soothe. They find themselves in a struggle for their son’s soul against a power that is ancient, local, and entirely outside their understanding.
The Savior Complex Under Scrutiny
Shaman, which opens in theaters tomorrow, places the missionary premise itself under a microscope, using the structure of a possession story to question the very act of spiritual intervention. The family’s purpose is to bring aid and a new religion to an indigenous community, a goal presented with an immediate and sharp critique. The friction is apparent from the start, rooted in the quiet arrogance of their mission.
This is a story we’ve seen before, but it’s updated for an era that is far more critical of colonial narratives. When Elliot falls ill, Candice’s immediate reaction is to cast blame upon the local shaman and the community’s “old ways,” a response that reveals the fragile, superior foundation of her worldview. Her prejudice is a clear lens through which the film examines a colonial mindset, showing how self-proclaimed saviors can be completely blind to their own condescension and the richness of the cultures they aim to supplant.
The script is unflinching in its portrayal of religious hypocrisy, not as a simple flaw but as a central, corrupting force. Joel’s past as an addict simmers beneath his devout surface, a constant reminder of a life he has repressed but not truly escaped. His struggle makes his piety feel like a performance, a fragile identity constructed to hold back a darker nature. This internal conflict is mirrored in the family’s external life.
A brief, raw sexual encounter between him and Candice, filmed with an aggressive, almost desperate energy, works as a stark counterpoint to their public image of pious control. It suggests that their faith is a container for urges they cannot master. Even the possessing entity, a spirit named Supay, gets a chance to comment directly on this contradiction, calling their faith a “castle of lies built on a bedrock of blood.” Supay functions less like a simple movie monster and more like a truth-teller, its evil voice exposing the rot at the core of its victims’ beliefs.
The indigenous culture is positioned as the source of true power and understanding in this conflict, a welcome reversal of genre norms. Yet, this reversal is incomplete. The film’s focus remains so tightly on the white family that the local characters, including the titular shaman, are not given the space to become full individuals. They exist primarily to serve the main family’s crisis, making their rich culture feel, at times, like an exotic backdrop rather than a living, breathing force in the narrative.
An Old Spirit in a New Vessel
I’ll admit, after decades of films trying to recapture the magic of The Exorcist, the possession subgenre often feels like it’s running on empty. It’s a space filled with imitation, where spinning heads and Latin incantations have become rote. Shaman understands this history and works with a familiar toolbox: a possessed child, a contorting body, a guttural demonic voice, and projectile vomiting of black fluid. For anyone who has seen a handful of these movies, parts of the final act will feel like walking a well-trodden path.
The film leans into these expectations, which can be both a comfort and a drawback. What gives the film its spark, and what elevates it above a simple genre exercise, is the nature of the entity itself. Supay is not a demon from a Christian hell but a god of death from regional folklore. This narrative choice is a significant one, as it fundamentally reframes the entire conflict. The film powerfully de-centers a Western, Judeo-Christian worldview.
There’s a fantastic scene where a Catholic priest attempts a standard exorcism, brandishing a cross and reciting prayers. It’s a moment we are conditioned to see as the turning point. Here, it is utterly useless. Supay meets his faith with amused contempt, declaring, “I am older than Jesus Christ.” In that single line, the film’s entire power dynamic shifts.
The rules are different here, and the imported faith is impotent against a force that does not recognize its authority. The physical horror is also handled with a certain grim effectiveness. The body contortions and visual decay of the possessed Elliot are genuinely unsettling, less about shock value and more about illustrating a complete physical takeover. The black fluid he expels seems to represent a kind of primordial, chthonic corruption, the earth itself rejecting the intruders.
The film’s rhythm, however, is uneven. It builds a wonderful sense of dread in its first act, as Elliot’s condition worsens and his parents’ denial slowly crumbles. But after the power of Supay is fully revealed in that failed exorcism, the story seems to idle, losing its momentum. The tension plateaus for a long stretch, leaving the second half of the film with nowhere to go until a finale that takes a bit too long to arrive.
The Human Anchors of the Horror
A film like this, with its high-concept spiritual warfare, requires a strong human center to keep the supernatural chaos grounded. It finds one in Sara Canning. Her performance as Candice is the movie’s steadfast anchor and its most valuable asset. She portrays a woman wound tight with a contained paranoia, her desperation growing with each failed attempt to save her son. We see her certainty curdle into fear in the subtle shift of her eyes or the rigid set of her jaw.
The character is written with a sharp, prejudiced edge that could easily have become a one-note caricature of the ugly American abroad. Yet Canning finds a way to give her an inner life, making her actions, however misguided, feel rooted in a recognizable maternal terror. Her struggle between her rigid faith and her primal need to protect her child provides the story with its emotional weight and its central, unsolvable question.
The rest of the family is not quite as sharply drawn, though their performances add necessary layers of complication. Daniel Gillies’ Joel is a man at war with himself, but his transformation from addict to missionary never feels entirely convincing. Instead, he exists in a state of perpetual tension, and the film effectively uses our anticipation of his relapse as a secondary source of suspense.
We are left waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his carefully constructed piety to shatter. As Elliot, Jett Klyne is effective at showing malevolence, bringing a scary physicality to the possession scenes that goes beyond simple growling. He twists his body into painful-looking shapes and allows an ancient cruelty to animate his young features. The issue is that we see so little of his character beforehand that it is difficult to feel the loss of the boy he was.
He is more of a vessel for the plot than a lost child we are desperate to see returned. The secondary characters, such as Father Meyer and the local shaman, are similarly functional. They represent opposing sides of a theological debate but lack the depth to make that debate truly resonate. It is a missed opportunity to have given these figures more agency and a stronger voice in the film’s central argument.
Visuals and Direction
Director Antonio Negret, who has spent most of his career in the crime and thriller genres, makes a confident shift into horror, demonstrating a keen understanding of atmosphere over cheap scares. He builds and sustains a thick, moody tension that permeates every frame of the film, favoring a slow burn that allows the dread to creep in. From the quiet, uneasy opening moments to the more frantic set pieces, his direction maintains a firm grip on the film’s tone, showing a patience that is often missing from modern horror.
A huge part of this success is the use of the Ecuadorian setting. This is not just a backdrop; it is an active participant in the story. The cinematography captures the oppressive heat and the spiritual weight of the misty, unfamiliar landscapes, creating a palpable sense of place that is both beautiful and deeply unnerving.
The camera uses the dense foliage and the ever-present haze to suggest that something ancient is always watching from just beyond the clearings. The visual style follows the narrative’s descent, starting with a bright, almost idyllic glow that slowly darkens as the family’s world unravels. The color palette shifts from the vibrant greens of the jungle to the drab, sterile interiors of the missionary outpost, visually charting the family’s growing isolation.
The special effects, both digital and practical, are integrated skillfully. Nightmarish visions, including swarms of scorpions and the ever-present black fluid, feel like organic parts of the haunting instead of flashy, disconnected additions. They serve the story by representing an invasion of the natural, untamable world into the missionaries’ artificially ordered space.
Full Credits
Director: Antonio Negret
Writers: Daniel Negret
Producers: Christian Rojas E., Antonio Negret, Daniel Negret, Luiza Ricupero
Executive Producers: María de Los Ángeles Palacios
Cast: Sara Canning, Daniel Gillies, Jett Klyne, Alejandro Fajardo, Segundo Fuérez
Composer: Maria Vertiz, Chris Westlake
The Review
Shaman
Shaman is a thoughtful and atmospheric horror film that smartly critiques colonial arrogance through its possession story. Anchored by a terrific lead performance from Sara Canning and a genuinely unsettling atmosphere, it rises above standard genre fare. However, its uneven pacing and underdeveloped secondary characters keep it from achieving its full potential. It is a worthy watch for its sharp ideas and visual craft, even if the execution sometimes falters.
PROS
- A fantastic and grounding lead performance from Sara Canning.
- A tense, moody atmosphere supported by strong direction and cinematography.
- An intelligent critique of religious hypocrisy and the colonial mindset.
- The use of a non-Christian entity from local folklore is a refreshing change for the genre.
CONS
- Uneven pacing causes the story to lose momentum after a strong start.
- Indigenous and other secondary characters are not fully developed.
- The plot relies on some familiar and predictable horror story beats.
- The characterizations of the supporting family members feel less convincing.
