This bloated home movie directed by Bob Dylan runs for 4 hours, but you know what? I never got tired of it, simply because you're always curious where this thing is going to go (or not). Dylan concert footage is mixed with interviews of musicians discussing their lives and influences, and wobbly fictional, yet pseudo-real scenes of guys like Ronnie Hawkins warning their women about life on the road, peppered with numerous shots of Joan Baez fawning over Mr. Zimmermann at every conceivable opportunity. THis is a vanity project to be sure, but I was hooked. Leonard Maltin gave it a BOMB rating in his firewood -I mean, movie review book- so you know it has to be good, right? Roger.
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