Part of my lapsed, ongoing musical education continued tonight with my first viewing of Don't Look Back. Pretty enjoyable on first pass, good musical moments coupled with the backstage shenanigans. I was reading some reviews of the movie and was somewhat puzzled by Roger Ebert's comments upon re-reviewing the movie in 1998.
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What a jerk Bob Dylan was in 1965. What an immature, self-important, inflated, cruel, shallow little creature, lacking in empathy and contemptuous of anyone who was not himself or his lackey. Did we actually once take this twirp as our folk god?
I didn't see this. If anything, in the face of the incessantly stupid and generally pompous questions he was faced with from the British press, I'm surprised he didn't respond with more vitriol. Maybe I'm completely ignorant of Dylan's early press, but at what point did he annoit himself the conduit of all knowledge regarding human behaviour and philosophy? I didn't think it was his mantle to carry. This still presents itself today, obviously. Why the fuck would a goddamn guitar player have some sort of special insight into human history? He stimulates emotions with his words and music. For that we're lucky, I guess. I feel richer for having heard his music, but I'd never ask him Big Picture questions because he's able to construct a meaningful poem set to music.
Overall, very enjoyable. A great snapshot of a moment in time.