laird’s review published on Letterboxd:
"so full of mystery... contradictions... and chaos. Yes, it's chaos, clocks and watermelons... It's everything."
I have no idea what watching this is like without any point of reference or interest in Bob Dylan or 60s arthouse films, but I also don't care. If not for all of the footnotes needed, this would, I think, widely be considered one of the best movies of the new millennium. It's certainly one of the best movies about an artist or maybe just about artists in general or maybe about these things and history and identity, etc. There's a lot to unpack and it's deliberately messy and evasive, just like its subject. Cate Blanchett is supernaturally good in this. She seems more possessed than performing.