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As I have written before, I am pretty ambivalent about the whole Dylan mythology thing.
Nonetheless, I found Todd Haynes’ I’m Not There very affecting, for the way it probes that
mythology and makes it resonate. Haynes has six different actors playing six characters, all with
different names and biographies, but all lightly fictionalized aspects of Dylan; and the movie as a
whole tells their stories by blending together a motley assortment of film stocks (both color and
black and white), genre markers, settings, and styles of editing and cinematography. In the
abstract, this might sound like a dry intellectual conceit; but in practice it works fabulously, due
both to the brilliance of all of the performers, and to the fluidity with which Haynes mixes and
matches all those performances and styles. Everything is mediated and staged, and yet it all has a
dreamlike suppleness and conviction. The move, for instance, from “Dylan” as an 11-year-old
black kid (Marcus Carl Franklin) riding the rails to “Dylan” as an older man (Richard Gere),
identified as a version of Billy the Kid who escaped Pat Garrett’s bullets, and his jail, and is now
riding the rails to an unknown future destination — this shift seems “natural” and almost
seamless, in the way that dream transformations always do as long as you remain inside the
dream.
[I'm not going to try to track down the film's ten million allusions, but I do feel compelled to
mention that, in the sections with Gere, Haynes is referencing -- among other things -- Sam
Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid , in which Dylan had a small role and for which, of course,
he wrote the soundtrack. I only point this out because I think that Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid is
the most beautiful Western ever made. Some of Peckinpah's gorgeous melancholy passes overinto Haynes' re-creation of a belated Western/cowboy/outlaw "Dylan." In some "postmodern"
works, all the citations of other "texts" tend to work like a jigsaw puzzle; it's really just a matter
of being clever enough, or nerdily obsessive enough, to "get" them all. But in I'm Not There , the
flotsam and jetsam of alluded-to culture generally manages -- if you know the allusion, and
even when you don't -- to drag its affective associations along with it, so that you
actually feel the way that the movie, like its subject, is a heterogeneous patchwork of things
pulling you in all directions at once. I say this in the awareness that, as I am not a professional
Dylanologist, there are certainly loads of allusions that completely passed me by.]
Anyway, the point I am trying to make is this. Although the film is certainly a neo-Brechtian
exercise in critical distanciation, for the way it makes us realize how all of Dylan’s personae are
fictional constructions, drawing both on “archetypes” of Americana, and on the media, and their
ubiquity in the “present moment” of Dylan’s greatest prominence as an artist (the film mostly
deals with the “Dylans” of the 1960s and 1970s, though there are dramatizations of later
moments — like his 80s conversion to fundamentalist Christianity — as well) — although the film
is that, it is also much more than that. Which is a way of saying that I’m Not There is affective as
well as intellectual, and that it feels “intimate” even though it is all clearly distanced — or, better
(to risk a Blanchotian formulation) that it makes us feel the intimacy of that very distance. All six
“Dylans” are self-consciously performative; each one individually — to say nothing of their cross-
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references and resonances — displays the “self” as something manufactured, as something that
can only present itself “in quotation marks” (i.e., by performing and by self-consciously calling
attention to the fact that it is “merely” performing). And yet these six performances are all utterly
compelling, by the very fact that — although they are not “authentic,” and in fact trash the very
notion of authenticity (much as Dylan himself did when he played an electronic set at the all-
acoustic folkie festival — an event that Haynes reproduces, not as it actually happenend, but in
its full-blown mythical shock and splendor) there evidently is nothing “behind” them, no face
behind the mask(s).
Bob Dylan is fascinating, of course, precisely because he is “not there”; and Haynes’
accomplishment is to put us in immediate contact with this not-thereness, and with the frenetic
performativeness that at once covers over this absence, and expresses it: expresses it in the
sense that all six personae in the film (six characters in search of an author?) are not trying to
project a seeming “selfness” to cover over the void, so much as they are projecting this void
itself, in order precisely to tell other people to go away and just leave him the fuck alone. (“Him”?this itself is not any real essence of “Dylan,” but rather a facade that each of the six “Dylans”
expresses in his own way).
This is most evident in Cate Blanchett’s bravura transvestite turn as “Jude Quinn”: the pop-star
“Dylan” visiting and performing in London, utterly seductive because utterly cold, a perfect
narcissist, eyes hidden behind shades, continually dosed or overdosed on uppers, mean and
belligerent to everyone, and always heaping scorn on any idea of authenticity, sincerity,self-
revelation, political or personal committment, belief, or having anything to say. (The Blanchett
sequences are supposedly based on D. A. Pennebaker’s Dylan documentary, Don’t Look Back ,
which I have never seen).
Dylan might seem as far removed from Andy Warhol as any two pop figures from the same
decade could ever be; but I’m Not There explores, and refers back to Dylan himself, Warhol’s
great question: “When a mirror looks at its reflection, what does it see?” Haynes’ six “Dylans”
reflect everything and nothing. Their careers coincide with the upheavals of the 1960s, and with
the consolidation of the consequences of those upheavals that was the 1970s. But they mirror
these decades mostly by their refusal to express, to serve as a spokesman for anyone or
anything: renouncing a “folkie” past, the various “Dylans” deny political intent (because songs
don’t make anything happen, as several of them say), or even personal, self-expressive intent.
(This may be why “Jack Rollins,” the “Dylan” played by Christian Bale, is the one who — after
withdrawing from the scene in the early 1960s as a disillusioned folkie — re-emerges in the
1980s as a Jesus fundamentalist). (Though even this apoliticism is denied in an odd scene where
Huey Newton tries to explain to Bobby Seale how “Ballad of a Thin Man” is really a radical song in
support of the black liberation struggle — though this is an interpretation that Jude Quinn
scornfully rejects).
Dylan’s songs are up for grabs, open for interpretation, precisely because they refuse to wear
their meanings on their sleeves. But behind all the disjunctions and surreal metaphors,and even
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behind the invocations of a mythical “weird old America,” which are the one concrete (if bullshit)
meaning that they still possess, they have an affective pull that can only be felt, in modes from
hostile sarcasm to world-weary melancholy. And yet even these affects — which are the thing
that really powers I’m Not There , filled as it is with Dylan’s music, performed both by Dylan
himself and by many other artists — are finally expressions of a void, or of a desire that is too
diffuse and disorganized and at second (or third, or fourth…) remove ever to speak its name, or
of a mirror that is only able to mirror the act of mirroring itself.
Indeed, I think that this is the secret affinity between I’m Not There and Haynes’ previous film, Far
From Heaven . Speaking of the 1950s melodramas by Douglas Sirk and others, that were his
models for Far From Heaven , Haynes says:
“There’s something really direct about emotional themes in these films. They’re sort of pre-
psychological. The characters in the Sirk films, their realizations are very much on the surface.
They’re very much dealing with the quite apparent constraints of their society, and making quite
apparent and overt decisions that usually mean depriving themselves of something that wouldmake them very happy.”
– cited from here
Though Dylan is a figure of the “freewheeling” Sixties, rather than of the hyper-repressed Fifties,
I think that his personae, as presented by Haynes, are in fact similarly “pre-psychological,” in the
sense that their decisions and actions seem unmotivated, unconnected to any sort of “interiority.”
We even get a glimpse of a Far From Heaven -like world, early in the film when the version of
“Dylan” as an 11-year-old black kid who calls himself “Woody Guthrie” is invited to play in a
well-to-do, white Southern liberal home (the year is 1959). It may be that, in terms of
subjectivity, the (supposedly) unrepressed Sixties is not as far from the ultra-conformist and
severely repressed Fifties as our standard mythologies would have it. This is a (seeming) paradox
that Foucault might well have relished. It also has something to do, I think, with the fact that, for
all that Haynes is celebrating continual transformation and self-reinvention (as opposed to the
old mythology of a fixed, essential self) he nonetheless is doing this entirely mythologically — I
mean with a mythology that (contrary to his practice in all his other films) he gives no hint of
criticizing or deconstructing. Haynes’ Dylan is a hero of postmodernity, in much the same way
that I made Dean Martin out to be such a hero, in a bookthat I published over a decade ago.
I didn’t blog a “top 10″ list this past year, because I simply didn’t see enough films (or hear
enough music) to be able to creditably put together such a list. I missed way too much. But of the
American films released in 2007 that I did manage to see (and especially noting thatInland
Empire doesn’t count here, because it was released in 2006, and that I still haven’t seenThere
Will Be Blood ), I’m Not There is right up there with Zodiac and Southland Tales . Nothing else I saw
in the past year came close to any of these three.
I think, in a way, that I’m Not There and Southland Tales are complementary opposites. They
both deal with the form of subjectivity (decentered, multiple, and not characterizable in terms of
“authenticity” or its absence) that is correlated with, or that answers to, our age of media
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saturation and ubiquitous capital flows. And they both present this form of subjectivity without
apologies, and without opposing it to (and also, without expressing nostalgia for) some sort of
supposed lost, unified, and more authentic form of selfhood. But they do this in quite different
ways, reflecting how Bob Dylan is different from, say, Justin Timberlake. Dylan is still a creature
of myth, even though it is a sort of myth that could only exist in our contemporary mediascape.
But “myth is gossip grown old,” asStanislaw Lec is reputed to have said, and Timberlake is young
enough, and lives in an age cynical enough, that his media presence still exists in the form of
gossip, and resists congealing into myth. This is why Haynes’ film is retrospective, and deeply
cinematic; it’s really about (both personal and cultural) memory. Whereas Richard Kelly’s film is
prospective (forward-looking) and formally post-cinematic (it’s still a movie, not a tv show or
video; but it’s a movie permeated with the effects of CNN and youtube): it’s about short attention
spans and the continual effacement of long-term memory.I’m Not There is very much a film, in
the cinephilic sense; Southland Tales is a real movie , but it isn’t in the least a film . Of course, it is
not a question of choosing between these two movies, or these two modes. They offer vastlydifferent perspectives on celebrity, on the mediascape, and on the strange detours of desire; but
both of these perspectives are necessary ones. In 2006, Justin Timberlake offered the world a far
better album than Bob Dylan did; but in 2007, they both, equally, embodied aspects of the
media-drenched dreamworld from which we are unable to awaken, even if we wanted to (which,
as I write this, in 2008, we evidently don’t).