... indeed, not that I think I ever went to a pantomime on Boxing Day - unless it was in 1960: at some time that winter we went to see Aladdin in Carlisle, which I remember finding excruciatingly embarrassing, especially the portrayal of Widow Twankey (because of its racism? its cross-dressing? I only remember the embarrassment ...). However - we did go to things like The Blue Bird, at Richmond Theatre in 1962 - when we came out it was snowing, and snow sat on the ground for six weeks after that.
No snow today - just cold. The movie was terrific, from beginning to end - a complete immersion into the early sixties, the music scene in New York, Dylan's music, and Dylan's complete assholeness, whether towards women, or politics, or those who worked for him. It can win all the Oscars that it can, in my view. Timothée Chalamet to all intents and purposes was Dylan. Yes - I know bits of the story were fictionalized (and believe me, going to see this with a sixties/music historian made me feel as though my immersive engagement with the film was perhaps on the acritically shallow side) - but the general sense of both the time, and of Dylan himself - and Joan Baez, and Pete Seeger (with Edward Norton looking oddly like Adam Schiff) was spot on. It made me feel old - which, in fact, is probably testimony to its spot-on-ness. I know it only opened yesterday - but go and see it if you can.
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