If I could explain what happens in this retro-noirish fantasia on a gangster picture I would, but it would take about another 15 viewings to do so.
It stars Jason Patric as a modern Ulysses returning home after a long absence. His house, a world of shadows, half-lights and vanishing points, is occupied by his wife (Isabella Rossellini), a son he doesn't recognise, and a host of spooks.
No other modern director, not even David Lynch, catches the remorseless non-logic of dream imagery more intensely than Guy Maddin, whose last film, My Winnipeg (2007), is one of the great cine-memoirs. Keyhole isn't in the same league, though it's not a movie that could have been made by anyone else.
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