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I just wanna preface this review by painfully admitting that I am indeed a Bob Dylan devotee. I distinctly remember hearing Blonde on Blonde front to back ten years ago as a freshman in high school and promptly inhaled the rest of his lengthy discography (including the bootlegs). But the thing I struggle with when it comes to Bob is the image he's cultivated since he pushed to the front and cemented himself as somewhat of an oracle. As…
Watching some of the few music docs I can think of but I guess this could also be considered a concert movie... it's probably a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.
A couple of stray observations I had watching this for the first time in like 9 years:
- Mosh pits/circle pits/crowd killing is all neanderthal behaviour and it just occurred to me that the reason why they were all so vehemently against it…
This is some trashy b-movie garbage. Ben Affleck for some reason is obsessed with slugs and getting cucked, while Ana De Armas walks around barefoot. There's no rhyme or reason as to what's happening here. I don't know. I'm tired
