“This story takes place in the 13th century of the Bambara Empire.” From the opening titles, Yeelen tells you it’s playing by its own rules. This is a hypnotic, esoteric journey through West African myth, where sacred relics, elemental magic and prophecy collide.
Souleymane Cissé made the film as a direct response to European ethnographic cinema—those stiff, outsider documentaries. Instead, this is storytelling from the inside: slow, symbolic, and brimming with ancestral weight. Nianankoro’s quest to confront his sorcerer father is both literal and deeply spiritual.
Not everything is explained, and that’s the point. The symbolism pulses with meaning, even if you can’t always grasp it—and maybe you’re not supposed to. It’s not a film that holds your hand, but it does cast a spell.
Yeelen is one of the most transporting films I’ve ever seen. Cinema as ritual.