OK, I feel like I should start by saying that I really don’t ever write stuff like this. Movie reviews just aren’t my bag, baby. Since 2012 I have mostly stuck to reviewing albums, shows, and a great once in a while a good book. Something happened to me though and I am going to tell you about it.
So here we go. Thank you Hulu for making it available, as I finally got to watch “A Complete Unknown” this weekend. Mind you, I was not avoiding it – having this stupid disease that makes me fall down, walk into things, and spend week long stints in the hospital just tends to put a damper on your plans for being a normal person. It also tends to make me depressed and forget that there are things I love. This is a movie I was waiting for. I had wanted to see it in the movies on that big screen. We even had a gift card we had planned to use to do it. Life just has other plans sometimes. Anyway, my chance finally came on my big comfy couch with my husband who loves me and knew I wanted to finally see it, and I took that plunge.

Now, it should be said that being raised on heavy doses of Bob Dylan from birth to this ripe ol’ age of 46 years can give you some opinions on things and make you a bit of what could probably be called a bitchy purist. (I can admit it, can you?) Then you throw in my many, many years of nerdy obsession with Woody Guthrie and, well, folk music in general as well as the histories of things and lets just say that I had my concerns. I read all the articles and I knew the years that went into making of this movie. I knew the skill sets involved and despite my reservations, I had much faith in all those people. At the same time, these people being portrayed have been the people I have leaned on for so many years. Their voices, their stories, their lessons have been a part of this big life that I just didn’t want to see shown, told, portrayed without care or respect. I was genuinely worried about that more than anything. Tell the story! I love the story! Just please love the story you tell and let that love shine through.
Man, let me tell you something.
Friends, readers, folks. I am here to say the film was fantastic! It was gorgeously shot. It was incredibly cast. It was superbly and lovingly acted. The story itself was so well written. You yourself as a bitchy purist and keeper of the love might have reservations, but I’m here to say that you can safely enjoy it. Remember as you start it that it’s a story. Yes, it tells some truths but it also tells some tall tales and that’s why books and movies are fun. I know that Bob himself put one or two in there for the folks who might know and I truly enjoyed when I would catch one. It gave me a smile because not once did any fact or fiction ruin how much I enjoyed the telling of the story. It was a ride I was glad to be on. I didn’t want it to end.
I like to say in my writings that you don’t have to take my word for it. It’s a subtle high five to the lovely LeVar Burton who always made sure we loved books and stories. But here is another one for you: As the legendary voice of Chip Monk once said so notably, “…you may take it with however many grains of salt you wish”…
The movie is there to entertain you and you can and should go enjoy it.
Also, this is a weird side note, but thank you for including Greystone. It’s a strange thing, but we grew up in it’s creepy, mysterious shadow here in the Morris County area and “The Wardy Forty” as Woody called his section of the hospital, was an important piece of entertainment and representation for us here in Weird NJ land. I might have gotten a little giddy and I only wish our former governor Chris Christy hadn’t been so hell bent on getting it demolished, as it’s hulking, brooding exterior would have been a welcome addition to the film.

I don’t know – these days, it’s hard to find sincere joy in things because the world is scary and dammit, it’s hard. I have a disease that is slowing me down a little more every day. We have a president that is determined to land us in a war, in poverty, and smack dab in the middle of fascism. We are all going about our daily lives and going to work, trying to pay our bills, raise good humans, cook dinner, and just exist while we occasionally pat the head of the existential dread growing out from within us. I myself have had so much trouble even writing this little blog of mine because I have just not had the words for anything. But this film woke something up in me. It was a much needed reminder that it’s still out there. That thing that makes me want to write.
Friend, please find what gives you that thing – that joy, that spark, that kick in the f’ing pants and makes you want to keep living, keep dreaming, keep creating, and keep fighting.
PS, I grew up being told the legendary tale of Al Kooper in the studio during that recording by my dad. It’s one of those stories you hear a thousand times but could only really imagine in your head. Actor Charlie Tahan – thank you for bringing that to life. I laughed, and then I cried a little. Your scene is the one I am MOST EXCITED for my dad to see. It’s because of his love of this music that I have that love myself. He’s the most faithful Bob Dylan fan there ever was -and he himself has battled so many battles the last few months. I don’t care if he hates the whole damn thing. I just hope he loves that moment. Your scene.
Anyway, great film. Many emotions. Laughs and tears. Go watch it.

Picture of me in Bethel, my favorite place in the world, for not so dramatic effect. ❤️