The film's one-world thesis is asserted but never made convincing, as Fricke zigzags from the Western Wall to whirling dervishes to the Grand Mosque of Mecca in a superficial gloss on faith (and everything else).
Any one sequence might work powerfully in its own right, but string them together with a musical overlay and the banality of the connections becomes apparent.
| Original Score: 3/5
The form is ravishing, though the content suffers by comparison.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
It is claimed that the great age of travel is dead - that there are no longer amazing, exotic, beautiful and fearsome places for the traveler to discover. A movie like Baraka gives hope.
| Original Score: 3/4
Nothing in this epic visual poem is less than extraordinary.