Part of Maddin's "mystical hypothesizing" in My Winnipeg is the crazy, macabre myth he concocts about the frozen horse heads at The Forks (where the Red and Assiniboine Rivers meet in the centre of Winnipeg).
It is one of my favourite scenes in the whole movie. It is SO Winnipeg.
It's a perfect example of how mythology always employs untruths to express deeper truths. In Maddin's satirical hands, the "ice-and-horse jam" morphs from a scene of horror and terror into a benign excuse for a Sunday afternoon outing, as hardy and resourceful Winnipeggers adapt, as always, to their harsh surroundings.
Or are they just sleepwalking again in the snowy city? "We grow used to the sadness. Simply incorporate it into our days."
Either way, if that doesn't say it all about Winnipeg, I don't know what does.
Tomorrow's Post: The Black Tuesdays