I'm not there, the not-Dylan film

I loved this film. I'm sure I missed a lot of the references, as I didn't follow Bob Dylan through all his lives all these years. Your response may be "Huh?" if you recall even less than I do. The funniest part is the folk concert where s/he shows up with wires and speakers and rocks the place apart. Cate Blanchet is superb; they are all good, but she takes the prize.

Like a dope, I wore my only Dylan t-shirt, purchased at one of his shows in Sun City where his graying southwest snowbird fans mostly live. While I was in France, I heard that he did a show in Paris and kept his back to the audience for the entire show. Paris was pissed. I wonder who pissed off Dylan.