
Aren't there those days (or weeks) where we all feel like we've checked out and slammed it into autopilot? Man, where did the time go? It's felt like that lately, but I digress from my intended topic, which has to do with Todd Hayes' latest directorial effort I'm Not There. I had high expectations for it, considering how impressed I was with his previous effort, Far From Heaven, a modern rethinking of the work of director Douglas Sirk in the 1950's, in particular the racial issues addressed in Imitation of Life, itself a remake of a controversial 1930's film. I also was intrigued by the use of various surrogates to tackle the persona of Bob Dylan and the embodiment of his music and his life and in the times that he has lived through and commented on. Unfortunately, it ended with me wishing I could have those two plus hours back, or at least that they had gone more quickly, as the rest of the week seemed to.
It was disjointed in many respects, which would tend to fit Dylan's own non-sequitur style, but the content had far less of the originality that Dylan has become renowned for. True that it's hard to be completely original when you are attempting to portray such a public life as Bob Dylan's, but it felt like the material was lifted from the more popular notions of Bob Dylan and his music, rather than culled from the deeper reaches. Watching this right after having looked through Don't Look Back in order to choose scenes for viewing in class, it was clear that so many scenes were lifted directly from that film, only feebly dramatized for effect.
The use of different actors to play Dylan, which initially seemed to be an interesting approach ended up coming off as more of a gimmick than anything. I found Cate Blanchett and Ben Whishaw to be particularly irritating in their portrayals. And as much as I like David Cross as a comedian and writer, it was a stretch to have him appear, albeit briefly, as Allen Ginsburg, though he did look astonishingly like the real McCoy.
Even the visual approach was disappointingly unimaginative. So much of it tried to be edgy, but came off as forced or often like something pulled from a LSD freak out scene in an after-school special, complete with tarantulas superimposed on the frame. All in all, I found it hard to sit through for over two hours, though with many original Dylan tracks, and thankfully few bad covers, it made it more bearable.