poindexter_mellon
Iscritto in data lug 2007
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Yeah it's pretty bad. I saw it in the theater 18 years ago, or whenever it was, and thought it was good, but I just saw it again and I guess wisdom or dementia has crept into my psyche.
Edie was a cousin of mine although I never met her. Sometime around 1980 the book "Edie" by Stein & Plimpton was floating around the family and I read it. It's an amazing book, seriously one of the best books I've ever read. Granted, that was 45 years ago, so maybe I'd have a different opinion today but I really don't think so.
So I vaguely remember that Dylan had nothing good to say about this movie and I can certainly understand why after seeing it. His character comes across as something of a cardboard dimwit. All you have to do is look into Dylan's and the Velvet's song catalogs to know how they felt about her.
Edie was a cousin of mine although I never met her. Sometime around 1980 the book "Edie" by Stein & Plimpton was floating around the family and I read it. It's an amazing book, seriously one of the best books I've ever read. Granted, that was 45 years ago, so maybe I'd have a different opinion today but I really don't think so.
So I vaguely remember that Dylan had nothing good to say about this movie and I can certainly understand why after seeing it. His character comes across as something of a cardboard dimwit. All you have to do is look into Dylan's and the Velvet's song catalogs to know how they felt about her.
Life is short when you're an old man. 4 hours is an eternity. It felt like when you're dream running through a vat of molasses. Slow. One of the characters was sort of likeable. The rest were meh, at best. What is it with artists? They insist on inventing a boring shtick of a story to augment their art because the art alone is pretty much 3rd rate. I see this in art schools constantly. Overblown explanations of what they are supposedly trying to say with their creations. Zzzzzzzz. Just total BS masquerading as deep philosophy peppered with a heaping helping of whatever the latest social angst of the moment is focused on. Gimme a break.
Pay no attention to the plethora of likely communists and/or mafia hitmen badmouthing this extraordinary film presentation. Open your mind and judge the truth for yourself. Do not be influenced by internet trolls who are trying to protect the memories of their criminally insane grandparents. You know it's true! Allow your intuition to reveal the startling facts about JFK and his cozy island retreat. And as a side note which isn't covered in this Oscar-worthy endeavor, let me ask you to ponder the probability that JFK Junior, little John-John, is also an inhabitant of said island retreat. It's all fits together like a hand in a tight glove which will soon be exposed by none other than Bob Jr.