A Complete Unknown

A Complete Unknown was a well made Hollywood biopic. Nothing more, nothing less. As a fan of Dylan’s work and life I would be lying if I said the movie bored me. In fact if anything it was moving. Moving to start again paying more attention to things in life that requires more delicacy and thought that cannot possibly be described as rational but more in the lines of creative. Viewfinder may be calling again.

But despite this uplifting sprit, it was, nonetheless, a Hollywood movie. Dylan was made this “sensitive asshole”, with as much emphasis on the latter part as possible. His character arc was written without taking any risk. He was a womanizer. And a very, perhaps even a little too much, coherent person that always knew where he was going and always was very sure he would be something one day. We never got to see his doubts, his regrets, his pain, his vulnerabilities, his joy and fantasies. And this is Bob Dylan we’re talking about. A great modern poet. Perhaps the great modern poet. If anyone deserves a to be portrayed as a man, just a man, it’s him.