Mangold's film leans more on scratchy, scuffed, lived-in authenticity, those cracks between the well-trodden biographical touchstones. He gives us a feisty talent changing the paradigm and ticking off peers, fans and lovers in the process.
The Dylan we know today - shirty, contrary, nobody's boy - was forged amid that hysteria. It's where he learned to shoot down any and all expectations thrust upon him.
This is not the usual fawning hagiography littered with naff 'eureka' moments and foreshadowing - that we're used to in rock biopics. It captures the chaotic energy and authenticity of his rise.
Against the backdrop of the Cuban missile crisis and times a-changin', the power of song is given a jolt by a tousle-haired bard using language in a way never before heard.
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