Sharhé Halé Shakhsi
A Persian language autobiography of Iranian filmmaker, Matthew Rankin. Says Rankin, “This is the only honest film I have ever made.”
Time Away
Three guides accompany us on a road trip away from time... and towards the transformative end of the road, space...
Home Body
A dream about falling through ice inspires a woman`s search for home, only to find it in her own body.
Cowards Bend the Knee
Jam-packed with enough kinetically photographed action to seem like a never-ending cliff-hanger, Guy Maddin's tremendous Cowards Bend the Knee is a Feuillade serial ultra-condensed and blenderised, as ghostwritten by Euripides. If fiction is sometimes barely disguised autobiography, Cowards is its mirror image, twisted and poisoned wish-fulfillment: the mythomaniacal Maddin casts 'himself' (actually, Darcy Fehr) as a hockey sniper made lily-livered by mother and daughter femme fatales, and resurrects his father as the team's radio broadcaster and his own romantic antagonist. Set in a shadow-suffused hockey arena and a Mabuse-like beauty salon-slash-abortion clinic lined with two-way mirrors, the plot drips with the Grecian formula, as sordid family secrets spawn unintentional murder most foul.
Veering into penny dreadful territory with the introduction of a vengeful ghost and uncontrollable extremities as windows into the unconscious, Maddin evokes the expressionist classic The Hands of Orlac, and channels the editing style of Austrian avant-gardist Martin Arnold; Maddin fixates on his character's groping and fisting expressionist paws, bathing them in ethereal light and chopping them into dazzling, iris-heavy micro-montages. Room to pant is provided by slo-mo replays, alternately poignant and explosive: lurid, frenzied moments of impulsive violence and carnivorous sexuality lend this bewitchingly onanistic work the sublime naughtiness of an antique hand-cranked skin flick. It all takes place, after all, within a drop of sperm. Originally presented as an installation in ten peepholes at Toronto's Power Plant gallery and the 2003 Rotterdam Film Festival (where it won a special mention from the FIPRESCI jury), and now receiving its Canadian theatrical debut, Cowards demands serious consideration as a major work of art by Canada's most self-deluded cinephile.