Still Not There

I sat through a second viewing of most of Todd Haynes' Dylan biopic, I'm Not There, last night, until it got too late for me to stay awake. Great, imaginative film, but so incredibly inside that I wonder if anyone but absolute true-blue Dylan fanatics would really, completely get it. Or enjoy it as much -- because a lot of the enjoyment depends on how much you know about him and his music, which is not only played throughout but constantly quoted in one line after the next. Is it possible to be, say, somewhat indifferent toward Dylan and like the movie?

I think a lot of the film's acclaim is revealing. Dylanophilia probably runs rampant among the criterati.