Dotsthavesp I wanted to but couldn't!

Konterr Brilliant and touching

HottWwjdIam There is just so much movie here. For some it may be too much. But in the same secretly sarcastic way most telemarketers say the phrase, the title of this one is particularly apt.

Portia Hilton Blistering performances.

kittysmith-23122 Samsara is beyond pretty visuals though that's the first thing you notice. There is a story and a connection between every image in this movie which is a sequel to the similarly made Baraka in 1992. From Tibetian Buddhist retreats to the sprawling freeways of Los Angeles, from pictures of a tattooed hulking giant cuddling his baby to sex dolls being mass produced Samsara will at once shock and humble you. This documentary is universally admired, and you should definitely give it a shot. If you love photography than this is a must watch.

Jugu Abraham Samsara would dazzle you--if you have not seen Godfrey Reggio's Koyaanisqatsi made some 35 years ago--where Fricke was the cinematographer and Reggio, a monk-turned-filmmaker, was the director. Reggio was an intellectual--Fricke is a mere craftsman. Fricke's images are eye candy without anything new to offer beyond Koyaanisqatsi.Fricke's shots of Mecca were outstanding in Samsara. He blatantly copies shots of Arizona that Koyaanisqatsi had done earlier. Skyscraper shots, indigenous folks were part of the Reggio equation that Fricke re-uses without the philosophy behind Reggio's choices.Further, Fricke's choice of music lacks the class of the Reggio-Philip Glass collaboration. Give me Koyaanisqatsi any day--it is one of my top 100 films ever made, with the same Fricke behind the camera but philosophic Reggio deciding what to do at each stage of filmmaking..

estebanlopezlimon There's no words but your own. You are the narrator. You are provided with amazing scenery and beautiful music. It's your job to tell the story. I didn't think a film could be used as an instrument of meditation until now. This is no form of entertainment. This the diary of mankind and you are the individual in charge of the judgment.

Samer Masri Beyond its visual glory, or its inspiring adaptation of the moving portrait, Samsara is a powerful visual poem on humanity. I felt extreme terror as well as wonder while watching this film, and eventually, I had made new realizations about the human condition, something which was clearly was an admirable goal of the directors.Man man seems newly enslaved by a society so rapidly evolving that it efficiently directs the imperfect behaviors of humans towards a collective goal, such that we begin to function as cells do in the human body: as the expendable building blocks of an unsympathetic and greater whole.If slavery and life are intertwined through the struggle against death, where then, is freedom? Idyll? No, that is impossible. Whence man could do something for nothing at all. Endless rows of factory workers performing the same rote task ad nausea represent a failure to achieve this. However, the contrasting images of enormous crowds of Muslims encircling the Kaaba, also minuscule cells in a larger construct, or of the group of monks who work tirelessly on something only to later destroy it, present a solution: freedom is merely the freedom to choose your own form of slavery, rather than be subject to one forced upon you by an external force or by laziness.I believe Ron Fricke was trying to communicate this, but that by ending the film with more of my favorite shot from the film, that of a pristine barren desert, wind echoing the silence of it all, he was also trying to take a step back form the overwhelming beauty and horror of life on this Earth and offer reconciliation: all we are is dust in the wind. One can fall back into the eternal caress of death, where even the suffering of an entire species can seem distant and unimportant.