I'm Not There Reviews
Woody Guthrie, Jude Quinn, Arthur Rimbaud, billy McCarthy, Robbie clark and Jack Rollins are six characters who embody the spirit of bob Dylan. the movie plays each of there stories and trying to give deeper insight into the legendary singer we've all come to love.
This is definitely one of the more unusual concepts I've seen for a multi character story. Having six incarnations of bob Dylan and having these people play aspects of him is quite the idea. It was done so unconventional like that Todd Haynes should have received waaaay more credit for this wonderful piece of work.. The music was really solid which I enjoyed. Shoutout to the costume department they did a fantastic job with all the actors especially with cate blanchett
Of all the actors who played the incarnations cate blanchett was the most remarkable as Dylan. She portrays the cool swagger of the man as well as his artistic and spiritual mind. She portrays him at as someone who despite being hated wasn't going to let anyone change the fact that Dylan does what he wants. Christian bale captured bob's performance and mysterioso nature. out of everyone he got dylan's voice down pact in my opinion. The little black boy represented bob's southern roots. found it funny his name was woody Guthrie. Ben whishaw impressively pulls of not just an American accent but dylan's. Its kinda eerie watching heath ledger's last film role before the dark knight but nonetheless he was great! Overall the entire cast was sensational.
the cinematography was superb and awesomely shot. The editing was spectacular and well put together. You need true skill to piece together so many back and forth scenes and black and white scenes in a artistic, flavorful and concise manner.
I'm not there is certainly one of 2007's most underated films.
To describe the plot would be like explaining "Pulp Fiction" in a linear fashion in under a minute, and I'm hardly in the mood for that: we'll say that "I'm Not There" is not so much about story as it is about the characters who reflect Dylan throughout his messy career. There's an eleven-year-old black kid, Woody Guthrie (Marcus Carl Franklin), who works as a living and breathing representation of Dylan's fixation on the folk singer during his childhood. Then there's the young Arthur Rimbaud (Ben Whishaw), who exists in interludes that endure only to give Dylan's soundbites a place to live. Following is Billy the Kid (Richard Gere), an older, wiser being referring to Dylan's role in 1973's "Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid", Jack Rollins (Christian Bale), the twenty-something, protesting Dylan, Robbie Clark (Heath Ledger), an actor who plays Dylan in a movie and is destroyed by his following fame, and, my favorite, Jude Quinn (Cate Blanchett), the experimental artist that saw commercial backlash at the peak of his career after abandoning what his fans liked most about him.
The labyrinthine nature of "I'm Not There" will prove to be enthralling for Bob Dylan's most devoted admirers, but for someone like me, appreciative of his legacy but not infatuated by it, it is a film that requires a tremendous amount of patience; one can only sit in a weighty dusting of art house hallucinations before they begin to realize that to sit in tedious agony is no way to watch a movie. It's not so much that "I'm Not There" is bad - it's that it's indulgent to the point of agony. I can't imagine anyone other than Dylan diehards and Haynes himself finding much to fawn over, aside from stunning photography and a superb performance from the oddly yet wisely cast Blanchett. (And please: one can only watch Christian Bale's cringeworthy performance for so long before they want to pull their scalp off from all the forced I-am-this-man method dedication.)
"I'm Not There" is not a failure, but to call it a complete success would be a statement too far-fetched to whole-heartedly believe in - a complete success wouldn't have to only appeal to a few people, to work as a puzzle only a few dedicated individuals can (or want to) solve. I applaud Haynes for taking such an audacious artistic risk, but it's a risk that might have paid off had all the unnecessary side characters (Billy the Kid and Arthur Rimbaud, anyone?) disappeared and more time was spent with the chain smoking Jude. If only.