Canadian identity is membranous. Our stereotype is one of moose-riding, hockey-playing, syrup-loving lumberjacks, although I have yet to meet someone who meets all of these criteria. In reality, our quintessential painters, Emily Carr and Maud Lewis and the Group of Seven, fixate on nature, and I agree that Canadians have a whole-hearted relationship with the land. In our literature, Margaret Atwo

It is a well-known fact that you should not bring cameras into the woods or disturbingly community-oriented small island towns. A fact that the audience of Hunting Matthew Nichols (2024) is extraordinarily aware of, as they watch the protagonists forget it. It is in this powerful psychological torture that Hunting Matthew Nichols is one of the most impactful independent films of the past year. Bas

The westbound Greyhound bus breaks down just before reaching the junction where the Trans-Canada Highway enters Winnipeg. On the road sign, aside from the French word Bienvenue (“Welcome”), everything else — the city’s name and the phrase “A Great City,” for instance — is written entirely in Persian. Inside the city of Winnipeg, all street signage, including the iconic Canadian fast-food chain Tim

Playing like a diary from director Jonathan Beaulieu-Cyr's childhood, Phoenixes (fr: Phénix) tells a story of time in memoriam, about community and community lost. Its examination of how world events can impact local communities even before they happen creates a fascinating sense of impending doom in a pastoral setting. Beautifully shot by cinematographer Ariane Falardeau St-Amour, with vivid colo