michael greene

Except for the telltale twist on the Sharon Tate murder at the end of the film, it was hard to believe this was a Tarantino movie. It was the most disjointed, practically plotless and desultory expression of cinema I have seen in a long time. It was somewhat reminiscent of a Coen movie with its vignette like character but was in no way comparable to the brilliance of the Coen brothers in weaving together disparate entities into an impactful whole, plus this movie offered a consistent, albeit weak story line throughout. The only thing that redeemed this film was the excellent acting by Pitt and DiCaprio.

A brilliant and riveting "documentary" where Scorsese weaves fiction and non-fiction, capturing the enigmatic genius of Bob Dylan. The camerawork is at a level I have never seen in recording musicians and is a major factor in creating the pathos and excitement of this film.