A poet falls in love with an art student who gravitates to his bohemian lifestyle -- and his love of heroin. Hooked as much on one another as they are on the drug, their relationship alternates between states of oblivion, self-destruction, and despair.
In 1984, British journalist Arthur Stuart investigates the career of 1970s glam superstar Brian Slade, who was heavily influenced in his early years by hard-living and rebellious American singer Curt Wild.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers,
Six incarnations of Bob Dylan: an actor, a folk singer, an electrified troubadour, Rimbaud, Billy the Kid, and Woody Guthrie. Put Dylan's music behind their adventures, soliloquies, interviews, marriage, and infidelity. Recreate 1960s documentaries in black and white. Put each at a crossroads, the artist becoming someone else. Jack, the son of Ramblin' Jack Elliott, finds Jesus; handsome Robbie falls in love then abandons Claire. Woody, a lad escaped from foster care, hobos the U.S. singing; Billy awakes in a valley threatened by a six-lane highway; Rimbaud talks. Jude, booed at Newport when he goes electric, fences with reporters, pundits, and fans. He won't be classified. Written by
When Woody's character is first seen he is running towards a train going North but when he is sitting on the train, it is noticeably going South. See more »
There he lies. God rest his soul, and his rudeness. A devouring public can now share the remains of his sickness, and his phone numbers. There he lay: poet, prophet, outlaw, fake, star of electricity. Nailed by a peeping tom, who would soon discover...
A poem is like a naked person...
Possibly one of the best artists of all time, definitely the worst movie.
In-spite of the soundtrack, this movie resembled the kind of trite one would be expecting coming out a high school film club. The movie follows several stories, each one either a version or image of the artist. Unfortunately, none of these are entertaining or interesting. Though the whole story should be relatively easy enough even for the non Dylan fan if at a point you feel a bit lost just pause and remember this: Don't worry, you didn't miss anything, there wasn't anything there to begin with.
The poor quality of script plays a key role in this films failure it is not alone. The movie makes use of 'cut scene' transitions and effects of the same quality and caliber as those that come bundled with a mediocre digital camera to help compound its stink.
Although I wish i could go into more detail about various parts of this movie and how they failed I find it a much quicker task to point out what works. The soundtrack. That's all.
As big a Dylan fan as one may be there is always this to keep in mind: Applying the music of Bob Dylan to this movie is no different then applying perfume to lawn fertilizer. In the end, it's still just a sack of crap.
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