Cate Blanchett is wonderful. The parts of the film in which she acts are compelling. However, all of this could have been done (and has already been done) via documentary footage.
Okay, so you can't pigeonhole Bob Dylan. (Oops; was that a spoiler?) Do I care that he had groupies? Should I? The rest of this miserable excuse for a time-waster is filled with disparate visions of a director let loose with too much money and not enough discipline nor studio oversight. It's always a danger when the director is the writer and this film proves that warning. The last movie that was this bad was Heaven's Gate; and it bankrupted two studios.
This is a genuinely awful film barely rescued from the dung-heap by Cate Blanchett. Thankfully, we won't have to remember this film when we remember her distinguished career.
Rarely have I screamed at a film "Get to the point!" but, in this example of a director playing with himself, you find that there is no point. "I'm Not There" leaves you thinking that "I Don't Care" and so becomes "There's Nothing Here".
Pardon me while I now wash thoroughly.
Okay, so you can't pigeonhole Bob Dylan. (Oops; was that a spoiler?) Do I care that he had groupies? Should I? The rest of this miserable excuse for a time-waster is filled with disparate visions of a director let loose with too much money and not enough discipline nor studio oversight. It's always a danger when the director is the writer and this film proves that warning. The last movie that was this bad was Heaven's Gate; and it bankrupted two studios.
This is a genuinely awful film barely rescued from the dung-heap by Cate Blanchett. Thankfully, we won't have to remember this film when we remember her distinguished career.
Rarely have I screamed at a film "Get to the point!" but, in this example of a director playing with himself, you find that there is no point. "I'm Not There" leaves you thinking that "I Don't Care" and so becomes "There's Nothing Here".
Pardon me while I now wash thoroughly.