I've spent the last week or so digesting the Film
I'm Not There, a self-proclaimed biopic of Bob Dylan. I've approached from several standpoints. A 'meta' reading, wherein this film is as much a commentary on the ability to capture a life as it is about Dylan. A view through director Todd Haynes' ideal of the
refractionary reflection on a life. I've even brushed up on my Dylan, thinking that maybe I just didn't "get it" enough. Perhaps if I listened to a few records and read a
Wikipedia page or two, the entirety of this film would open itself to me. A sweet delicious onion. I am inevitably left however, with my immediate feeling upon finishing the film.
This movie is a giant, steaming pile of shit.
I'd like to defend this statement first by saying that I'm not against having several actors play a single role, or even portray several different roles intended, when in combination, to represent a larger whole.
American Splendor? Love it. I'm also not against super-meta bullshit. I love super-meta bullshit.
Day for Night? Great.
Last Action Hero? Yes, please. What I cannot stand, what I will not tolerate, is this guy.
This jerk (Arthur Rimbaud [
Ben Wishaw]) is, in one character, the sum of my hatred for this abysmal film school thesis project. This character's only purpose seems to be to answer questions in a manner that is equal parts glib and obtuse. If one thing annoys me [and several things do], it's some prick trying to be as cool as Bob Dylan [or Elvis Costello, or Lou Reed, or insert good musician who has inspired
assholery]. Shut this prick up, and cut back to one of the three story lines I didn't mind so much.
The two super-close Dylan characters, Jack Rollins [
Christian Bale] and Jude Quinn [
Cate Blanchett], and the biopic-self-referencing [because Haynes' can't get enough of that] Robbie Clark [
Heath Ledger]. Though I have problems here as well.
Much of Jack and
Judes' part in this is pulled from actual Dylan footage. First up, Christian Bale. I really only remember him dropping the N-bomb. Did Dylan drop the N-bomb? Anyway, much of it is shot-for-shot from news footage, etc. Clever. The scene where he plays "Hattie Carol" for a bunch of hillbillies is pretty sweet though. His Pastor John thing is a terrible reach for
refractionary biography. Hey, Dylan became super Christian for a while, what if this character becomes super Christian? Brilliant! And the actors name is Christian. Meta-Brilliant!
As for Cate
Blanchett, if I wanted to watch
Don't Look Back, I damn well would have watched
Don't Look Back. Though the send-up to
Hard Days' Night was a good bit of fun. Otherwise,
watching Blanchett is like watching Gus Van
Sant's shot-for-shot remake of
Psycho. Sure she can do a great amphetamine-era Dylan, but why? At least they didn't add an
unnecessary masturbation sequence.
Heath Ledger, semi-
Freewheelin' to messy divorce Dylan. Fine. An actor who plays an actor who played Jack Rollins, a fictional version of a facet of Bob Dylan, played by a different actor. We get it, synthesizing a life for the screen requires synthesis. Move on.
As for the Woody Guthrie [
Marcus Carl Franklin] character. If anything comes close to the biopic I expected, it was this guy. Little black kid representing Dylan's early influences, rambling nature, and the social need to "sing about [his] own time." Not terribly amazing, but good enough. Had more things been like this, maybe a little more thought out, I would have thought it adequate. Then they brought in Richard
Gere.
What the hell? Why is this happening on the screen? Why is Richard
Gere Billy the Kid? Call back to Riddle, MO, fine. Call back to the guitar case, fine. Is that a black guy with an American flag painted on his face? Is that the My Morning Jacket guy with his face painted white? Is that a Giraffe? That's a giraffe. Come on. If I wasn't thinking this collection of
Kubrik-tracking-rip-off shots was awful, I'm way over the edge now.
The nail in the coffin for me was Haynes' own view of this film. "The minute you try to grab hold of Dylan, he's no longer where he was. He's like a flame: If you try to hold him in your hand you'll surely get burned." This whole film is an
exercise for Todd to show us how much he "gets Dylan." He's every cultural studies student with a leather jacket with a picture of Lou Reed on the back that says "My Week Beats Your Year." I'm
spoon fed enough pretentious film crap to say "Enough." I don't care if hardcore Dylan fans love finding all the little obscure tie-ins. It's one artsy
prick's attempt to show just how cool he is. Haynes said, "I
didn't want to make a movie that was about anything. I wanted to make a movie that is something." Well it is something.
It's a shitty movie.
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