
Wendigo, is a Legend that I was also brought up with when I was younger, and even as I was older, although the pronunciation is different, Us Plains Cree people Pronounce it, Wee ti goo. Some people may Dispute this Legend, and call it non-sense. I for one do believe it without a doubt, more on that later.
The story is about a Legend of the Wee ti goo , what this Creature is, is a Spirit which takes over the body of someone, and eats the flesh of another. Once this happens they are a Wee ti goo. Us Indians believe that this stole the life energy of that person, and stole all that came with it, Strength and Soul.
Technical/non technical Aspects of the film
The Movie was done pretty good, Script was done well, and Acting was not too shabby either.
I really liked the Cinematography in this film it was done quite well.I Applaud that. The Story I found personally to be a tad bit slow, to get into it. In reality it wasn’t all too bad. It does give a Pretty Accurate Sense of the Legend. I picked up on a few things that had conflicted with what I was told about a Wee ti goo.
The ending does leave you somewhat thinking, mostly as to why it happened the way it did. My words I said at the end of the Film "HUH, Thats one way to end a Film."
ON the Cob Scale, 1 being so Coby that even a Wee ti go wouldnt even touch it, too 5 where you better hope that thats all he eats.
I would give this one a 4. It does give you a pretty good understanding in it, and there is a kool Indian guy telling the kid about the story. As I started Earlier, I do believe in this Legend. One story that comes to mind is when my Mushoom (Grandpa in Cree) told me that he and 2 of his friends were hunting far north, as for some reason the hunting was bad that season. So they kept going north, he told me that they were just at the border of Saskatchewan and the North West territories.
One night they came out and saw foot prints, all around the camp. Everyone was still inside the camp, the fire was still burning, but just smoldering. At first they didn’t think anything of it. Then as they days went on, the tracks were still there around there camp. One night my mushoom and one of his friends, decided to wait and see who it was.
A few hours before dawn they saw something, coming closer, they waited, and it got closer, soon it was right in front of the tents, and was walking around, the camp, slowly, it listened in at each tent. It looked like a man, but it was big. They waited for it to leave. Then as soon as it got light enough outside, they packed up and told there story to there friend in the tent. They left and headed back towards home.
When my mushoom first told us kids this story, he said at first he didn’t know what it was, then when it got closer, he said there was a smell that had followed this thing. It was one of the most awful things he had ever smelt.
I had never seen my mushoom look scared before in my life, but I could tell in his eyes, he was right back in the place he told us about. I told a few others this story, and they said well what if he was just making it up to scare you kids to goto bed. I always say my mushoom wouldn’t lie to his grandkids, about something like.
Years later even as I write this, it sends chills up my back, as after he told this story it has stuck with me. Some time after that, it was solidified in me as factual truth, as I got to meet the men who were there with my mushoom and heard there accounts of what transpired on that hunting trip.