A total explosion of creativity! Granted, I'm not sure it's creativity that Guy Maddin channels with discipline—he seems far more attached to his rear-projection rig than to what his film is ostensibly about. But it's a trippy, inventive, bittersweet ride, and half the fun is Googling it afterward and finding out just how much is actually true. Bonus points for casting Ann Savage (Detour's femme fatale!) as mom.
I'd like to give this a 4 for the cinematography and a 1 for the writing/narration. Maddin sure as shit can't write - dreadful pseudo-poetic drivel that added so little to the film that I watched a lot of the beautiful footage with the sound off. Some well-edited and judiciously-placed title cards and a good instrumental soundtrack would improve this no end.