Dir. Guy Maddin (2002).
Guy Maddin takes one of the oldest stories in movies and very nearly reinvents it as a silent—or rather Mahler-scored—feature. Shooting a dance performance on super-8 through what might be an anamorphic Snow Globe, the look is powerfully seductive. This enraptured composition in mist, gauze, and Vaseline isn’t campy, but it is funny—as well as overtly erotic, willfully archaic, and beautifully convulsive.
Sat., Sept. 11, 2, 4:30, 6:50 & 9:15 p.m., 2010