Such is the legend, at any rate. In Mr. Lerner’s film you hear boos after “Like a Rolling Stone.” But that is an incredible execution, just like the reprise, an acoustic adaptation of “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” that appears to be less penitential than triumphant. Those melodies give an exciting peak to the film without very eclipsing the others, which are separated from Mr. Dylan’s Newport appearances in 1963, ’64 and ’65, and exhibited out of sequential request.
How youthful he looks! In his mid 20s, Mr. Dylan got himself not exactly at a musical intersection, edging from society and dissent melodies toward rock “n” roll and mood and soul, additionally at a crash point between the restrained folkie ethic and the furor of superstar society. Mr. Lerner gets looks of Mr. Dylan’s move from a troubadour in a work shirt to something like a stone star. Be that as it may, generally he demonstrates a talented, alluring artist growing past the scene where he initially settled himself.