Twilight of the Ice Nymphs
Tags: cruelty, gothic, murder, insanity, absurd, psychedelic, romantic

Plot synopsis:
A newly released prisoner, Peter Glahn, returns home to the land of Mandragora, where the sun never sets. Aboard the ship, Glahn has a romantic encounter with Juliana Kossel, then proceeds to the family ostrich farm, which is run by his sister Amelia. Amelia is in love with Dr. Isaac Solti, a manipulative gentleman scientist/mesmerist. Cain Ball, Amelia's hired hand, quarrels with her about her promise to sell him the ostrich farm. Peter heads into the forest to go hunting and meets the pregnant Zephyr, who despite her fisherman husband falls for Peter. Zephyr prays to a stone statue of the goddess Venus that stands in the forest that Peter will be hers, and gives the statue her wedding ring as a gift. Zephyr meets Peter again and Venus appears to have worked her magic, since the two embrace, although Peter notes that he is in love with Juliana and Zephyr notes her marriage.
Dr. Solti has likewise been talking to the statue of Venus, which fell over and crushed his leg, causing its amputation. During a picnic, Amelia and Peter meet Solti and Juliana (revealed to be Solti's companion) causing both Glahns to become quite jealous. Solti has mesmerized Juliana and reveals that he orchestrated her affection for Peter as part of his everyday manipulative sadism. Peter assaults Solti and ineffectively attacks his artificial leg. Amelia, meanwhile, has concluded that Cain Ball is trying to kill her and so hammers a giant nail into his skull, sets him on fire, and stuffs his face with live flies, before entering into a semi-catatonic madness herself. Zephyr reveals that she has murdered her husband by leading him into a pit of snakes.
Peter and Juliana reignite their romance briefly, before it sours due to Peter's jealousy. He calls upon the spirits of the forest trees to descend on his tormentors, but they only droop a little. Zephyr attempts to take her ring back from the statue of Venus but it falls over to crush her. Cain, nail in head, hallucinates that the cast has piled into a boat, then dies. Solti leads Mandragora and Juliana follows. She asks Peter for his dog Aesop as a memento, and he agrees but first kills the dog. Peter retreats with Amelia to a wintry cave.

Review: A Quixotic Mannered Delight.
I have a real soft spot for this strange little gem.
It is garish, lush, stilted and artificial, with moments of heartbreaking beauty.
It hearkens back to the grandeur of Hollywood of old, and yet is alive with a sort of mischevious irony, and a perverse love of the heavy handed gesture.
All the actors do serviceable work, but my particular favourite is Alice Kreig's Zephyr.
That woman is just remarkably charismatic, and her voice....my stars.This is fairly typical of Guy Maddin's bizzarre and wonderful work.
Same sense of humour, same painstakingly textured(and hopelessly unnatural) sound editing, and same passionate love affair with the cinematic conventions of yesteryear.
If you like this, Careful, Archangel, and Tales of the Gimli Hospital might be to your taste as well.Easily the finest movie I've ever seen about mesmerism and ostrich farming.
saw the preview of this in Dallas.
This movie is really odd.
I saw this movie when it previewed in Dallas Texas at the AMC movie theaters, Shelly Duvall was there in person.
. A very nice lady.
After the movie ran, she walked to the front of the theater to talk about the film.
The host or interviewer said 'I have a question, Shelly?
What was that?" She looked very embarrassed and said " Well, i guess this is the kind of movie you do for experience.' Yeah.
as if this seasoned actress needs the experience.
anyway I felt sorry for her as she was being told what the audience had experienced was a very strange film that was not all that great.
All i have to say is there is a lot of beauty in the film, though it is kind of odd.
i didn't really like or dislike the film.
It was sort of a fairy tale gone to mars or something.-Thanks.-.
A Midnight-sliced Pomegranate.
There's a blood vessel that pumps between the selves we drive through the day and the incubus we nourish, a creative self (perhaps cocreated by a love), relatively unconstrained, who we promise ourselves we will birth some day.The most sublime art is what we imagine that young, more unfettered mind imagines.
Its why we live, a large part of it, I think.This is the domain Maddin has decided to explore.
Its a sort of Joycean commitment, a raw commitment to dreams less shaped than usual by borrowed items and fed by distilled urges in blood.
Small surprise that these don't fully resonate; its supposed to be strange, strange in disturbing ways.I like the fact that this goes on too long.
It has to go on long enough to plainly state that you are not a tourist, instead you've unknowingly entered something you can never really leave.In its general shape, it is "The Tempest" meets the "Sarrogossa Manuscript" visually flavored by Max Parrish.It has dreams within dreams and as they shift different controlling or dreaming minds move to the foreground, even a statue (us).
There are sexual enchantments, shifting from honesty and deceit, knowing and manipulated.
There's a Prospero and a Miranda, a Bloom/hunter who dreamhunts.I think if you are serious about self, then you will be about film and that will lead you to Maddin and eventually to this.
It isn't his most virile vision, but you can sure see what's going on.
And that's worth something.Ted's Evaluation -- 3 of 3: Worth watching..
Too long a dream!!!.
This surreal fairytale setting and the campy dialogue doesn't sustain for a full 90 minutes.
You are swept away during the first half on heavy soft filtered images with exploding colors but soon come to shore as the movie winds down, getting us all ready for bed..
Agreed: Not the best work of Guy Maddin's.
Here it goes: These reviews have to be the hardest to write.
The kind that are done for a favorite director, but not really from their best of work.
Guy Maddin has impressed me, beyond belief, this year.
Everything he makes is so original/unique and in his very own style/theme.
One thing is for sure though, he can always make me laugh regardless of how the story turns out.In this story, the sun never sets in the land of Mandragora, which is Peter Glahn's (our hero) homeland.
One day on the boat ride back HOME, his heart is stolen by a woman, Juliana Kossel, who plays dirty mind games with him.
Sucking him into a world of confusion and angst.~~Honestly, this film was a real let down for me, but I only say that "at this moment." - It really is one of those movies that you would have to be in a certain mood to enjoy.
That is not the best a traits, but I got through it.
I have to mention that the picture/color and the set designs/costumes were extremely phenomenal.
Very bright; vibrant and pleasure-filled colours throughout the entire movie.
Sort of like a Georges Méliès film in that sense, but if it were to be shot in a modern-day color- camera and if it was remastered.
Another element this film carries is dubbing.
The dialogue throughout this whole story is dubbed in.
This may be annoying to some people, but I find it very fun and as long as you know it is Shelly Duvall's voice speaking for herself, it is all good.**You cannot help but smile while viewing this movie.
My favorite line is in the middle when Peter tosses Juliana's shoe out in the lake while they're on a boat.
She subtly kneels down and lets free her other shoe saying:"The shoe belongs to the lake now.
I have no use for it.
Perhaps little men will now row you back to shore."Ha!
What a line.
Sounds like something from the mind of Guy Maddin, but it's not.
In fact, I don't believe he written this fairytale script.
I am sure he had some say in it, but the screenwriter for the project was a Mr. George Toles.
What a surreal mind; my kinda guy.
He usually co-writes on Maddin's stuff, but this one he probably had his first shot.
Uh-oh.I give this Guy Maddin film a depressing 3.5 out of 5 stars.
I may change it later, when I am in a better place to watch it.
As for now, I was hoping better from the Canadian wizard.
I will give it a Sexy Orange Heart, though..
Visual poem.
Spoilers perhaps.This is a wonderful movie that plays like a poem.
The color is strong and overbearing.
The situations are odd and dreamy.
The characters are Fellini-esque and lovely.The DVD commentary on this film is very information and heck, I just like to hear Guy Maddin talk.
His idea of metaphor like when the shovels are hovering by the girl's head in one scene is both sick and funny.If you like interesting directors like Lynch, The Brothers Quay, Cocteau or Hitchcock, Maddin is the guy for you.
I have a goal to watch all his films, both long and short.
I am so addicted to his work, I am so surprised to find only a few comments here about this film.
Maddin should be more known!I love his use of older technique and Victorian/silent movie values with a modern twist.