My Winnipeg really is the final part of a trilogy in which it is preceded by Cowards Bend the Knee and The Brand Upon the Brain. These films are autobiography of the least literal sort. They go off in chase of the ellusive phatasms of which a self is composed. They are significantly more invented than recounted, but they are personal works as invested as any out there in truth. They remain his finest achievements.
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.
One of the two dozen movies I had in mind when I made this short last year: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_AwGHddy_A I don't quite think it's a masterpiece (My Winnipeg, I mean), but on this pass I dug how all the whimsy is undergirded by a real sadness and sense of civic outrage.
Due to THE SADDEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD I expected MY WINNIPEG to be more puckish, but what I got was an abstract and melancholy look back at childhood, the past, and place, told through high frame rates, silhouette cartoons, and silent film inter-titles. I got over the shock in tone, and found even in the flights of fancy -- the frozen horses, geriatric hockey team, the rug-buried father -- an unbearable wistfulness.
Dear Mr Maddin, Regretfully, The Winnipeg Chamber of Commerce must decline to use your film as the headlining feature of our "Whoopee for Winnipeg" Festival on the grounds that it is FUCKING BANANAS! Thank you for your entry. PS- The Jets are back in town, Cheer up eh?
An ethereal dreamlike docu-poem. The images and soothing narration from director, Guy Maddin evoke a feeling reminiscent of being told a bedtime story by your parent as a child, just before you no longer hear the words... and begin to float away; a voyage into your dreams.
Not my favorite Maddin film I've seen so far but none the less an outstanding cinematic achievement. I loved the beautiful imagery, the poetic narration and the incredibly sad nostalgic feel. Extremely well put together. Oddly enough this could my most emotional Maddin experience I've had so far. Loved it.