Idiosyncratic, cheeky and uncategorizable, the films of Guy Maddin are testaments to the singular vision of a great contemporary cinema artist, and Keyhole may be his boldest film yet. A surreal indoor odyssey of one man, Ulysses Pick (Jason Patric) struggling to reach his wife (Isabella Rosellini) in her bedroom upstairs, this hypnotic dreamlike journey bewilders and captivates. –TIFF
Frequently referred to as “the Canadian David Lynch,” Winnipeg-born filmmaker Guy Maddin’s surreal, dreamlike works are often cited for their striking visuals and obscure sensibilities. Maddin’s father was a prominent hockey coach and manager, and his mother the proprietor of a local beauty shop, and both of his parents’ careers had a profound effect on the young filmmaker. Whether watching the teams practice at Winnipeg Arena or playing with his friends at his mother’s salon, Maddin’s unique take on everyday eccentricities was fueled by numerous unforgettable childhood experiences. Two of these, in particular, were a piggyback ride from Bing Crosby and the advancement of a common cold into an intense neurological disorder that resulted in strange physical sensations; these experiences gave the imaginative youngster an acute and unique view of the world. Childhood memories and stories passed on by his parents have frequently found their way into Maddin’s unique films as well, with the… read more
Jason Patric gets addicted to drugs and then him, Jennifer Jason Leigh and the guy from Goodfellas solve a crime. Then he gets hair through doors and the guy from Kids in The Hall shows up, but is a ghost and bangs this lady. Then more ghost things happen, a joke is told and Ray Liota gets up and goes HEY MUH FACE and kills Jason Patric. I think. I could be wrong. It was really out there.
A gangster makes a strange, phantasmagorical journey through his home to his wife who has cloistered herself behind a locked door in Guy Maddin's latest extension of silent era avant-garde. Although it is not a silent film like most of Maddin's work, its plays on some of his favorite psychoanalytical and sexual themes as it explores the painful history of this family using wild and imaginative imagery.
Somewhat seems to belong to a genre that may well be called 'reviewer's cinema'. A cinema designed to be wriiten about, explored, analysed. A cinema in which we are supposed to look for meaning, look for references (Von Sternberg, Bunuel and Lynch come to mind here) and validate the director's intent. Sometimes over-reaching and compensating for work that just might not be up to the auteur's usual panache.
A naked man in chains, a drowned girl floating between two worlds, a ganster moll with keith haring influenced lingerie,the black and white film noir/silent cinema homages, the repeated words '...remember, Ulysses, remember...'; we must have entered the world of a Guy Maddin film. A somewhat lesser effort from Maddin not nearly encroaching upon 'My Winnipeg', 'Gimli' or 'Careful'. Never dull excursion into digital.
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For some, Keyhole is “considerably more than another exercise in Maddinalia.” For others, not so much.