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.)