Get SF Weekly Newsletters
Pin It

The Weirdest Movie in the World 

Nobody does nostalgic melodrama like Guy Maddin

Wednesday, May 19 2004
Ah, the peculiar genius that is Guy Maddin. Who else but the morose Canadian director, born and raised in one of the coldest cities in the world, would marry silent film, 1930s movie musicals, Prohibition, family melodrama, a critique of capitalist zeal, and monster-movie gore in a surreal montage about sorrow that is, at times, hilarious?

First, sheer pragmatism: This is not a mainstream film. It will not, that is to say, allow you to lean back in your seat and release your brain from duty till it's time to recall where you parked. On the contrary, The Saddest Music in the World requires nearly constant attention, perception, and consideration.

For starters, it's shot almost entirely in black-and-white, with purposefully distressed frames that blur at the edges. There's very little by way of lighting. The atmosphere is one of dark, crowded interiority -- even in the exteriors, which are obvious sets meant to appear cheesy and false. Images are frequently superimposed upon one another or presented in collage. The surreal gist is of something happening inside somebody else's brain, perhaps as a dream or a nightmare, to which you've been granted access. If that weren't enough to send you quaking into never-before-experienced movie territory, consider the dialogue: Every few minutes, somebody says something incomprehensible, as when Narcissa (played by the stunning Maria de Medeiros) refers to a talking "tapeworm" apparently living inside her body that offers reliable advice.

Still, there's plenty to cling to here. Challenge us though it may, Music hearkens back to the conventions of classic film genres and combines or juxtaposes them, more than it creates something new. That's why it feels familiar -- almost achingly so, as though we've seen it before but can't quite place where. In addition to the cinematic allusions, Maddin gives us a narrative, five central characters who are mostly (if not entirely) developed, and a consistent, jolly sense of gallows humor. In short, this is a rich, artful film, slightly overlong but worth the time, money, and energy required to get through it. Art? Definitely. Entertainment? Not so much.

Meanwhile, the plot. The narrative is hardly laid bare; you'll have to do some work to piece it together. Elementally, it goes like this: It's 1933 in Winnipeg, a frigid place with a morbid vibe, proud to claim the title of "The World Capital of Sorrow in the Great Depression." Brewery owner Lady Port-Huntley, a blond ice queen in a tiara played by Isabella Rossellini, announces a contest to determine the saddest music in the world. (Her motivation: to induce even more depression, which leads to the consumption of beer.) In pursuit of the $25,000 reward, delegations arrive from all corners of the globe, competing with dirges and laments to beat the band.

The competition pits kin against kin, as failed Broadway impresario Chester Kent (Mark McKinney), representing the United States, battles both his Canadian father (David Fox) and his estranged brother, Roderick (Ross McMillan), representing Serbia (and carrying the collective weight of its sorrows on his black shoulders). Meanwhile, the grim details of the family's history emerge. Chester and his father are embroiled in a love triangle with Lady Port-Huntley, who lost both legs (instead of merely the one that was trapped beneath the car) to the father's drunkenly misguided surgical saw. Prodigal Roderick, besotted with grief over his own loss, carries his dead son's heart in a jar of his own tears. He's also wifeless: After their son died, the good woman fled in sorrow. For this family, times are not good.

Chester, the American, is oblivious. For the contest, both his Canadian father and his "Serbian" brother offer up their private, dark lamentations, wringing sorrowful music directly from their grief-laden souls. Chester, on the other hand, does Broadway. Charming members of other delegations into his cast, he mounts increasingly impressive production numbers with a huckster showmanship reminiscent of P.T. Barnum, or maybe Andrew Lloyd Webber. The joke is that the perennially chipper American will not be undone; he will not sink deeply enough into his own psyche to feel his pain, and can therefore represent sadness only with dancing girls and fake snow. (Remarkably, perhaps shamefully, his numbers are not without their effects.) Clearly, Maddin has something to say about crass American notions of emotional depth, and if you feel a twinge, you're a sucker. Even the amnesia-plagued Narcissa, who relies on the talking tapeworm for direction, disavows the cheery nationality: "I'm not American. I'm a nymphomaniac."

The Saddest Music in the World is not for the short of attention span. In the final third, it lags morosely, taking too long to make its point. (One senses a single, lachrymal note on a cello, played again and again.) It's also so busy being strange that real sorrow (or emotion of any kind) remains elusive, with the possible exception of de Medeiros and her gorgeous, grieving eyes. The film is about grief (and the Mexicans in the contest, who wail of a mother's love for her dead child, have certainly got a handle on that), but its self-conscious artifice gets in the way of its pathos, so that one leaves more chilled than warmed. On the other hand, it's unique. You may not quite enjoy it, but chances are you won't soon forget it.

About The Author

Melissa Levine


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Popular Stories

  1. Most Popular Stories
  2. Stories You Missed
  1. Most Popular


  • clipping at Brava Theater Sept. 11
    Sub Pop recording artists 'clipping.' brought their brand of noise-driven experimental hip hop to the closing night of 2016's San Francisco Electronic Music Fest this past Sunday. The packed Brava Theater hosted an initially seated crowd that ended the night jumping and dancing against the front of the stage. The trio performed a set focused on their recently released Sci-Fi Horror concept album, 'Splendor & Misery', then delved into their dancier and more aggressive back catalogue, and recent single 'Wriggle'. Opening performances included local experimental electronic duo 'Tujurikkuja' and computer music artist 'Madalyn Merkey.'"