Sunday, February 28, 2010

February 28

Today's standard for visual spectacle is Michael Bay's Giant Robots and James Cameron's Hallelujah Mountains, but there's another way that film (when the term was not an anachronism) has offered images that captivate. It's the rare director that adopts the language of dreams. I don't even know if David Lynch work in that realm anymore. And that's why I say 'thank goodness' for Guy Maddin.
Out in the winter wonderland of Winnipeg, Canada, Maddin has repurposed the look of films of yesteryear (mostly German expressionist, but he does work in color, too) to create some of the most challenging and memorable movies out there. Plus, he gives as much love to his short films as to his feature lengths.
His work has one high-profile fan: Isabella Rosselini. Besides "Saddest Music in the World", they also collaborated on a century tribute to her father, director Roberto Rossellini. This film, I haven't seen yet: "Send Me to the Electric Chair."

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