So I'm watching "Rolling Thunder Revue" on Netflix and....
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When a character who I'm pretty sure is fictional pops up.
And suddenly, the utterly humorless German director, "Van Dorp," looks very suspicious.
And Sharon Stone as the 17 year old groupie--that seems suspiciously convenient.
And Sam Shepard, the playright, being along for the ride--no, that appears to be true.
And...Dammit, Bob Dylan (& Martin Scorsese), quit messing with my head!
It may be possible to find the truth about Bob Dylan, but you'll never get it from the little bastard himself.
I can almost hear him chortling.
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