Richard Smiraldi

The scenes don’t flow into one another. Tragedy begats tragedy and then we’re in Spain and it’s a different movie/storyline and in the end daughter of the daughter of the daughter has written a book to try and make sense of it all - but it never makes sense. Poor Bob Dylan. And why do we have two shots of the grandfather looking down on the street and the age of Rigo hooking up with Dylan doesn’t add up. I cried - true but it wasn’t worth it. Sixth Avenue is ruined for me. It could’ve been done so much better. Epic fail.