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I'm around 100' in and it's even better than it seemed when I sat through it it three times, on its cinema release. Anyone that just wants the Bob performance bits is missing the whole point- not just of the movie, but of life itself, which shouldn't just amount to a gnat's attention-span exercise in impatient cherry-picking. David Blue playing the greatest ball in pinball history ever committed to film AND revealing the writing moments and minutes of Blowin' In the Wind, Sara Dylan, sphynx-like and cooler than Bob, flitting in and out, uttering a few lines, walking through a train station concourse in black knee-length boots, Ginsberg playing to a roomful of old ladies in a seedy little club, MC'd by a camp old queen, mincing out Cabaret, Bobby Neuwirth playing to type while falling out with Native Americans and failing to bamboozle an arrow-straight train conductor, Ronnie Hawkins playing Bob Dylan - 'a true hero of the highest order'- and ad-libbing one of the greatest poignantly rundown seduction scenes I've ever witnessed- 'You'll have to ask my daddy first'. 'I got half an assful of buckshot from Daddies I asked (or words to that effect)'. Bob driving a camper wagon through the New England Fall, with Jack Elliott for company. Bob walking into a Iroquois reservation banquet to his own rendition of People Get Ready, the camera tracking past the transfixed faces, reminding you of Ricky Leacock's shot of Kennedy entering a hall in Primary. Ronee Blakeley busting up with her beau 'Ramone' for unreal, then playing and singing her heart out to Need A New Sun Rising for very much real. Bob stepping out in his fur hat and blanket jacket to join Jacques Levy (?) for a cognac. Here we see him as he is: the songwriter that lets others do all the talking, while he listens, observes, and stores more songwriting acorns. It's non-linear, mysterious, pretentious in parts, wobbly, revelatory, but ultimately compellingly beautiful cinema. .....and I'm only 100' in. Join the party.
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