I saw this picture because I heard it was 'actually pretty good and interesting'. Was I lied to? This film is chronically unable to make a single 'good and interesting' decision, but wanders through a disconnected collage of historical and personal notes in order to create a hollow-eyed imitation.
Whilst I loved Bob Dylan's music, I have grown to detest biopics' insistence on the playlist; every time a character benevolently gazes, slack-jawed, at an arrogant Bob Dylan seeming to be…