The Forbidden Room

There's a strange comfort in knowing that Freud's fascinating topography of the mind will never be completely discredited while Maddin is making deliriously absurd movies.

What Maddin & Co. have invented here ranges from Freudian horror to childish naughtiness.

The screen pulsates like infernal internal organs, or bubbles and mutates like melting celluloid jammed in a hot projector.

The outside world, like centenarian film-stock, dissolves in acid-hued pools right around you. Outside world? What outside world? We are all film down here.