This book has been out for a while, but I always go back to it for inspiration. It's written by Winnipegger Caelum Vatnesdal. Here's an excerpt from the first chapter:
' It's no exaggeration to say that the history of Canadian fiction filmmaking is, in the main, one of catastrophe, neglect and wasted potential. Cursed projects like The Viking (1931), in which the producer and many crew were killed in a boat explosion; the costly box office failure of Canada's flagship big-budget effort Carry On, Sergant!in 1928; a cinema fire in Quebec the previous year which killed a number of children; a string of ill-considered decisions regarding trade and cultural relations with a certain entertainment juggernaut to the south; and much incidental misfortune and poor judgement helped create an industry that has grown into something crippled, wary, and dumbly resentful, like a puppy repeatedly kicked as it was learning to walk. The American film industry was often wearing the boots, but it was Canadians who allowed the booting.'
If you want to explore some Canadian horror history that actually has a great sense of humour and fun, find this book. Vatsdal covers Canada's balladeers of blood, chock-full of sordid pleasures and ladled in blood.