V. Lepistö’s review published on Letterboxd:
Safari consists of rather bad elements and then again moments of brilliance. The most brilliant aspect of the film is its depiction of death that can be felt everywhere, in every room, out in the wild, in the vacancy of the atmosphere. Seidl portrays accurately the rituals of white privilege that takes place in the event of killing by simply showing the whole ritual like documentarist who knows his medium would do. But the supposed counterweight is missing from his interviews that have been edited to the point where the whole complexity and the passage of thought of the human subjects cannot be felt. At points it feels like Seidl cuts in order to drive his own agenda, that I too support but that doesn't seem to fit the moral of a documentary filmmaker. I'm probably rating the film higher than it would deserve but the determination with which Seidl has decided to hold the camera up no matter what is worth admiring. Plus he truly manages to give a soul to the animals, he captures them at the point when we realize that the soul is leaving. The giraffe episode freezes the audience - it is one of those moments of cinematic greatness that only when captured properly are able to tell more about us than we'd probably like to hear.