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.
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.