A characteristically hyperventilated outing from Guy Maddin,
My Winnipeg has the added virtue of being (almost) grounded in
reality. It’s an ode to Maddin’s hometown in which civic history
gets tangled up in Oedipal reveries, and the line between fact and
fiction is perpetually buried in snow. But it feels more substantial
than Maddin’s previous fictions: You now have some idea of what it’s
like to grow up itchy and feverish in a buttoned-up Canadian
town. (SIFF Cinema, 321 Mercer St, www.siff.net. 7 and 8:45 pm,
$10.)
