Michael Kline

Wish I had this time back. It doesn't take long in this movie to realize that it's all about Jakob Dylan and much less about the history of Laurel Canyon. Dylan is way too obvious in his use of his dad's name to secure some great interviews with very notable musicians (he is a terrible interviewer BTW), then fills the gaps (50% of the movie?) with footage from his own concert. I'd like to say "nice try," but can't even muster that. Boo.