As a huge fan of 30s cinema, especially of the French Impressionist movement, I can't say I'm surprised at how much I enjoyed this. Surprisingly, it also turned out to be a wonderful black comedy with a cast comprised almost entirely of assholes. The visual ideas, though too much at times, were a joy along with it's observations on how the world seems to turn around the USA despite the story taking place in Canada.
More like The Most Boring Music in the World. Hyuck hyuck. But seriously, this did not enthrall me the way My Winnipeg did. There were some moments, but Guy Maddin's artistic sensibilities really don't adapt themselves well to a traditional narrative. By the end all hell breaks loose and I'm not exactly sure which hell. I really wanted to like this one. Brand Upon the Brain and Archangels seem like more my cup a tea.
Or, The Fatal Glass Leg of Beer. Despite an occasionally hilarious script, and the fact that it's filmed in glorious retro-vision, the film only lodges itself in your brain as a flabby incoherent dream, with not much to offer in the saddest-music (or beer!) department.
What an incredible work of art. The more I see from Maddin the I become impressed and enthralled with his artistic vision. The set design, the acting, the story, the cinematography, the editing were all wonderful and played off each other beautifully. Loved every waking moment of it, never a dull scene.
All this hype for that gimmicky one-note cliched piece of fluff The Artist, and I just saw this film: it far more encapsulates the best of silent cinema, even with dialogue. Stunning editing and cinematography, twisty plot, excellent performances. An unheralded modern classic.