My Winnipeg: Fact or fiction?

My Winnipeg is a one of a kind film, a rarity, even among those that we classify as art films. Like most of the director's works - My Winnipeg was shot in a style that resembles silent era filmmaking. The black and white cinematography and the graininess of 35 mm celluloid gives the film a sort of eerie feel, a nightmarish quality that perfectly fits the theme of the Guy Maddin's work. My Winnipeg is the perfect title for a film about the director's own reflections on his hometown. This is not the audience's Winnipeg, this is Guy Maddin's Winnipeg -

a town that is covered by snow and where people constantly sleepwalk.
My Winnipeg is a "Chris Marker like" essay film, a dream sequence, a documentary and most importantly an experiment, in which the director tries to reenact chapters of his own childhood while super imposing them with surreal episodes of Winnipeg's bizarre history - whether they are true or not. The parts of the film that I found to be the most fascinating are his childhood reenactments, in which the director used "his own mother" (Anne Savage) and a group of bad amateur actors to play out his mother's manipulative ways. The film might be hard for those who don't have much of an attention span, but it still a pretty entertaining fare. Guy Maddin's film, though a bit selfish, is a must see, not only because it is good, but because something of this sort only comes out once in a long while.