In Nepal, some preadolescent girls are worshipped as “living goddesses,” incarnations of the fierce Teleju (aka Kumari or Kali). It’s a confusing business, as 8-year-old Sajani admits: “We are Buddhist girls, possessed by a Hindu goddess.” A deified girl must possess “32 perfections,” including “a moist tongue,” and her duties range from wearing elaborate makeup to faith healing. If Ishbel Whitaker’s film stopped there, it would be just a curiosity, although a very photogenic one, outfitted with ancient ritual, flickering candles, and a sumptuously red color scheme. Instead, the documentary broadens its focus to show the wider contradictions of Nepalese life and Buddhism. In 2005 and ’06, Maoist rebels undermine the king’s despotic rule, raising the possibility of a modernized Nepal. Yet amid the conflict, old traditions continue, some merely quaint but others brutal: During one festival, the king sacrifices 108 bulls and 108 goats, and Katmandu’s streets slosh with gore. From the rebels’ red banners to the prospect of Sajani’s first period—which will end her stint as a goddess—this is a story of primal blood. (Sajani will attend the showing.)