The undiminished spirit of Music from Big Pink deserves to be experienced for a lot longer than 50 years.
It look both old and new, subtly insisting that our hopeful and tortured past is also possibly our present.
Dylan’s standards are real artistic statements, premeditated and effective as any of his other recent work.
Dylan aficionados and casual listeners alike ought not to look any further for a more comprehensive immersion into this phase of his career.
Throughout, Dylan balances out any hints of winking self-awareness by freighting his new compositions with a heavy air of wistful sadness
The book is more a corroboration for the initiated than inquest for the infidels.
If it’s all not quite enough to declare a new golden age, it’s certainly cause to be eager for what lies ahead.
On the visual front, it seems highly unlikely that Bruno Delbonnel will be passed over in the Cinematography field.
Was it fate that John Hurt provided the narration for Ben Whishaw’s 2006 breakout, Perfume?
It's unlikely that Dont Look Back will ever look better than it does on Docurama's Blu-ray release.
D.A. Pennebaker’s film is a veritable Rorschach test.
What ultimately emerges is a schizophrenic survey of the many ways in which Bob Dylan has (possibly) seen himself.