Timothée Chalamet is more convincing as country rube Dylan than jaded asshole Dylan, yet somehow plays the former as shy instead of conniving and gives the latter just the right tinge of melancholy. The transformation leading from the first to the second is unsubtle, lacking drama. Terminally ill Guthrie as hospitalized oracle is a sick joke. Everyone must know that the essence of Dylan's genius can't be captured in a corny biopic, so the film seems to play a joke…
