Thursday, 15 March 2018

Child-like, the narrator can’t, or won’t, get past the euphemisms which obscure trauma. I don’t think the viewer can either. Bizarre facts and stories about Winnipeg interrupt the narrative, for instance the frozen horses suspended in the Red river. Everything is slightly too surreal to be understood. The narrator can’t escape any of it, and equally he can’t survive it.

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