It’s been three days since I saw I’m not there and I think the glass of turbulent water I had in my head is now quiet and clear. I went to the cinema without haven’t read anything about the film, nor listened anybody talking about it. It’s the way I like it, but in this case didn’t work. The first 15 minuts I thought it was a joke, I thought someone was laughing at me, I didn’t understand anything and felt so guilty for seeing my parents looking at each other (and then, both to me). This usually happens with abstract expressionism and other kind of experimental things that keeps my mind fighting between “I hate it or I love it?”. I’m not there is the film that shouldn’t work but for most of the times, it does.
Something so strange keeps your mind absolutely into the story. First of all, I personally liked the relationship between Robbie (Heath Ledger) and Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg) for being wild, tender, painfully atractive and other obvious reasons. Another thing I really appreciated is that it tries to match a visual style to each period of Dylan’s life. The black and white textures of Fellini’s 81/2 absolutely fit with Jude (Cate Blanchett) as the most phsicodelic, rebel, mad, cyinical, arrogant and amphetamine-fuelled Dylan. But most of all, and maybe the reason I’m writing here is the music. I have never been fan of Bob Dylan (further on the classics), but for those who appreciate music and are particularly interested in tradicional songs and folk, this film makes you FEEL. And maybe that’s the most important thing. I don’t care if it’s difficult to understand, or weird, or empty of realism, or hasn’t a defined structure because meanwhile, I was feeling. These amount of “mistakes” made me feel.