An overly self-absorbed love-letter to Maddin's formative years in his home town. I found it ultimately self-indulgent and excludingly personal, despite having quite a broad, surreal scope and a playful, 'mockumentary' narrative. Still worth a watch for the imaginative ideas and cinematography.
It puts you in some sort of a surreal dream. So Freaudian in many ways. Although, it makes you pass out sometimes, I think it is actually works for this film. I am not sure if I am not dreaming of Winnipeg at the moment and not sleep-walking (typing).
Impressive, film noir inspired visuals, sound and music aproprietly matched. Interesting, dreamy, surreal story. I enjoyed the humour. It's originality and probably a weakness (for some) is the fact that while the film is revolving around the history of Winnipeg and the author's childhood memories, the facts and fiction are all blurred together...
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.
An intense and yet delicate dissection of two lives; that of our narrator, and that of the city Winnipeg. The bitter passion behind the narration allows you to absorb vast historical detail like no other documentary can. Some unnecessary nudity but mostly poignant and clever. Watch with a hot chocolate to hand.
Many fantastic ideas (the Black Tuesdays!), great pug action, and excellent hockey-themed rants, but I wish Maddin were a better writer, and particularly didn't rely so much on faux-poetic repetition of key words. Also a shame his voice isn't more aurally pleasing.