The premise is deceptively simple. Three youngsters - Necani, Kino, and Maneese, played by Kiawentiio, Isabel DeRoy-Olson, and Michael Podemski - venture into the Western Wood, a place the adults around them speak of only in hushed warnings. What they find there is an ancient spirit, something that predates the town, the settlers, and perhaps even the land itself.
Chavez, working from a script that trusts its audience, refuses to over-explain. We get fragments: a community living close to the earth, rituals half-understood, elders who know more than they say. Zahn McClarnon, always a welcome presence, lends the proceedings a gravitas that grounds the supernatural in something achingly human. Jennifer Podemski and Kimberly Guerrero, as Miko and Rose, sketch entire lives in a handful of scenes. The spirit itself is wisely kept at the edges of the frame for most of the runtime - a shape in the trees, a sound in the dark - until the film decides it's time to look directly at it. That restraint is the smartest choice the film makes.


























