Exceptionally clear childhood, growing up, New York, anecdotes, love, politics, material that emerged, characters so legendary. I fell in love with the country blues singers that Bob Dylan used to love almost instantly. Like Ma Shifang said, they did it without thinking too much. The word "pop" never entered their minds at all. .
Watching Ma Shifang and Zhang Xiaozhou say that they missed the 1960s, I still don't have any feeling. Watching this film, I really feel like I missed it. If I were in Greenwich Village in those days, sitting on the floor, on the street, in the crowd, in Pub Wha, would I have written the next song?
Bob Dylan, self-proclaimed a song and dance man, is still a poet to me, and poetry is everywhere in his documentary monologues. His cold, shrewd, highly generalized description of his childhood hometown of Hibbing (Minnesota) "winter was very cold, and the weather wiped out everyone very quickly. There were no winter coats at that time, and people wore a few more T-shirts on their bodies. ". A description of folks, old folks, a small American town that a map may not find, by someone who has absolutely seen the world. He hardly smiles and has a cool voice. I noticed that in New York, he was also a shirt jacket on a snowy day, with his neck and back shrunk.
When it comes to Bob Dylan's voice, as Liam clancy, who is so eloquent and super cute in the film, said in a poem, Dylan's image and voice are changing, it can even be said to be changeable, he is like a sponge, he is a receiver. I didn't really like Bob Dylan on the UK tour in 1966, not because of the electric guitar, but because of the singing, head-turned "spiritual venting". On the contrary, I especially liked the period after his baby fat receded, as if he was suddenly possessed by several generations of old souls, and it became the sound of vicissitudes of life.
Director: Martin Scorsese Stars: Bob Dylan / Joan Baez / Allen Ginsberg
Note the three protagonists written here, Allen Ginsberg said that he first heard "Hard rain" at the house of a poet friend in Bolinas on the West Coast, and tears came down, feeling that the fire was taken from the hands of the old Bohemians passed on. Ginsberg said that poetry is a word that is empowered, and it's creepy. A subjective truth with an objective truth that people are instantly aware of, and then people start calling it poetry.
And what'll you do my blue eyed son
And what'll you do my darling young one
i'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
and i'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
then i'll stand on the ocean until i start sinkin',
but i 'll know my song well before i start singin',
and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Another protagonist, Joan Baez, is old and beautiful. In the film, the scene of the two of them on stage hand in hand, envy the mandarin ducks in the world. I don't mind using all the nicest words to describe the way their necks were crossed, the breeze stopped breathing, the sand began to tremble, the wandering boy met the swan, it was time for the boat to come...
Baez recalled the relationship, saying, "We were both a bit baby fat at the time, we were really young, Bob looked like a ragged child, and immediately brought out your mother instinct." Many people's documentaries only contain old age, and Bob became famous so early that he can see shining youth everywhere, even baby fat.
BD has used very objective language to analyze and narrate Baez, you can't be wise and in love at the same time. That's the difference between men and women. And then BD regarded Joan Baez as a goddess! Baez, daughter of the earth, gypsy spirit, Egyptian goddess, Hindi goddess, barefoot. Girls who sing folk songs are either not beautiful, but when they become beautiful, it is an incredible thing, transparent, with the same roots, a projection of human nostalgia.
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