Eat the Document

A PREFACE: IF this (admittedly refried) print which I had the pleasure of viewing had even one (1) complete song from the live set of Dylan and the Hawks, it would have earned an extra star. Also, I will refrain from including the 'limousine scene' with Dylan and Lennon from my review, as it was never Pennebaker's intent, so far as I can determine, to include it.

OK, so if the point of this movie was that 'Ol Bob went through some crazed times during the British tour of 1966, I don't think anyone, including Bob Himself, could have spared that impression from being salvaged from any amount of footage. A previous reviewer noted that the performed songs bear little resemblance to their studio prototypes here...

Yes, the old folky tunes ('Baby Let Me Follow You Down' is a great example) are indeed verging on swirly psychedelic territory at this point, and I must confess that I like these versions better... this movie is a perfect companion piece to THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL 4 - THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL (live Dylan , and is best enjoyed as such...

As for Bob's bad behavior and film editing, well, guess you'd have to be a musician to appreciate the context or something if you can't figure that out... this is 1966 we're seeing here for crissakes... and Bob is looking, acting, and possibly sounding not far off here from Syd Vicious of the Sex Pistols ten years later (see 'FILTH AND THE FURY')... Give granddad some credit, will'ya! If much of this has been left irreperably on the cutting-room floor, too bad, so sad, but this is enough to tell the story...

This Document got chewed. Amazing it survived at all.

As the saying goes, "If you remember the Sixties, you weren't really there." And that is the thesis, unbeknownst to Dylan, who ostensibly edited, creating a true, inebriated sense of film reality in this gem of a curio. The audience I saw this film with was captivated by the grainy 16mm and British denizens and landscapes, the disjointed editing, Dylan songs cut off. It's a fabulous mess, but so were the 1960s, wouldn't you say? And I think that's the very reason this film deserves credit for breaking new ground with Avant-garde Cinema Verité approach, not giving a damn about 'continuity' or editing cohesion. As the Sixties seem further and further away, it's a good reminder that they can't and won't happen again, not in the same way. The Counter Culture explosion is gone. It has been marketed to H&M, American Apparel and Urban Outfitters. In earnest, a musician offers to trade his coat for a young blonde woman, with swagger and a 16mm crew behind him. All of these Lads look fabulous in their tweeds and legitimate Carnaby Street fashion -- the Hawks AKA the Band no exception -- their churlish boyish love of drugs, cigarettes, joints, and desire for chicks with Sassoon haircuts -- you can imagine all that could not be filmed, and of course, therein is the magic of the Sixties sub-culture explosion. Sing it, Bob.

Eat the Document (1972)

*** (out of 4)

Bob Dylan "directed" this look at his 1966 concert tour through Europe, which shows him at his musical best and also shows that many of the fans want folk and not rock. Only Dylan knows if we'll ever see the complete, original version of this thing but what's left here is pretty interesting even though you can't help but wish Dylan had left more of the music in. The film pretty much tries to capture what Dylan was seeing at the time and on that level the film works well. There are still plenty of musical performances including Ballad of a Thin Man, Like a Rolling Stone and various others including a duet with Johnny Cash. What Dylan also does is create a great look at a mind altered, stoned view of touring, which adds a great deal of surreal nature to the film.

I consider myself a fan of Bob Dylan within moderation, and I thoroughly enjoyed the previous documentary about his earlier European tour, DON'T LOOK BACK. I'd always heard (don't know if it's true or not) that Dylan himself did not want EAT THE DOCUMENT released, and after finally getting to suffer through the entire thing, it's not hard for me to understand why. Smart move there Zimmy - much smarter than anything you put across in the film itself. There is practically no point to watching this film, as it's a mind-melting mishmash of sounds and images that never come together to allow the viewer to get a grip on them. We want to hear what Dylan is saying in his arrogant press conferences, and we'd like to be able to enjoy his song lyrics. But the inane editing of this mess (supposedly by Bob Dylan himself - no wonder -) leaves you completely disillusioned and unsatisfied. It's a distorted trip into the scattered brain of a drugged out poet/rock star, and although some try to rationalize that this in itself is some sort of achievement, it's a journey I could easily have done without.

The focal point of the film, as I've tried to surmise through all the dense fog, is Bob's disastrous 1966 tour of Europe, the one where he "went electric" and offended all the folk purists. In between all the haze we get to see a few angry faces in the crowds calling Dylan a "traitor", and those are only a few of the more coherent snippets scattered amongst all the debris. Songs are continually cut off midway, and even as early as now it seems Zimmy had begun altering the arrangement of some of them, thus making them too unlike their album counterparts to really get into.

Dylan makes a fool of himself throughout this film, and it's a good picture of how fame, money and a little power can go to someone's head and be wasted on them. Nowhere is this more in evidence than during a 15 minute "outtake" that's sometimes tagged onto copies of EAT THE DOCUMENT... it features two great legends, Dylan and then-Beatle John Lennon, riding in the back of a limousine. A terrific opportunity, right? Wrong. Because Mr. Dylan seems more interested in getting smashed out of his skull on something or other while Lennon - no stranger to drugs himself though much more composed on this occasion - comes across as cool, while his co-passenger Mr. Dylan is slurring his words, making little sense, and gradually becoming so ill to the point of needing to vomit into the camera. Through all of this, John Lennon attempts a little humor to snap Dylan out of it, but it's no use; Bob is just too zoned out to focus. A real shame. Here are two great legends together for the camera, but Dylan doesn't seem to be interested in putting this historic meeting to good use. THIS is drugs, kids -- this is your brain on drugs. This nauseated "limo ride" is not actually part of the "finished" film (it only includes several seconds of it), and that's too bad, as it's certainly the most fascinating thing shot, though for all the wrong reasons. * out of ****

Absolutely for fans only, this is a documentary of a Dylan tour made by a camera held in a very shaky hand. Eat the Document would make a good, but probably unwatchable, triple feature with Neil Young's Journey Through the Past and The Stones' Cocksucker Blues, a sixties triptych painted on broken windowpanes after a night of very bad drugs. Dylan's attempt at deconstructing or subverting or whatever he was trying to do to his own myth here says a lot about the era and leaves the artist as enigmatic as he ever has been, with the usual alternation between sublime poetry and clunking misfires. Still, there are some fine moments -- the droning duet with Johnny Cash, as two generations of bad boys create an otherworldly disharmony, the glimpses of the Band at the peak of their magic, the faces of the young Brits waiting in line for the shows, desperate to be at a scene they were determined not to dig. The tape I saw was followed by a harrowing ten minute outtake of Dylan and John Lennon riding in the back of a limo, the camera focused unflinching (and often unfocused) on them as they mumble their way through a thick purple haze -- sure proof that no one is as clever as he thinks he is on drugs.