My feelings vacillated wildly while watching, for reasons
I’ll articulate in an upcoming post. [Probably not — who has time?] By the end of the film, however, I had become convinced of its art-house worth.
Anyway, I’m just dying to tell you about one part right now. It’s a scene featuring Cate Blanchett as the standoffish, amphetamine-addled "Mr. Jones"-era Bob and one Alan Ginsburg, played beatifically by David Cross(!).
The two poets are yukking it up in front of a gigantic white marble sculpture of a crucified Christ. "Why don’t you do your early stuff, man?" Blanchett-Dylan asks the effigy. It felt both familiar and surreal, like an any acid trip during which one questions the essence of Divinity. It also seemed quintessentially Bob, if such a thing can even be said..
Stay tuned for a more thorough analysis. . .