In My Winnipeg, iconoclastic filmmaker Guy Maddin hypothesizes about belief, childhood and history, while at the same time composing an entertaining goodbye letter to his hometown and its somnolent tendencies. Divided into three parts, seamlessly blending genres, this documentary (or ?docu-fantasia,? as Maddin describes it) is a reflection on memory and the myths that flow from it. Winnipeg is first seen through a collection of dreamlike images, a nod to Soviet avant-garde documentarian Dziga Vertov. The film progresses with an evocative patchwork of important moments in Winnipeg history and personal stories that intertwine local legend with childhood trauma. Maddin ponders the distinction between popular belief and historical truth in this delirious symphony that somehow all feels curiously logical.