By Lynn Venhaus

Anchored by Timothee Chalamet’s brilliant immersive portrayal of a young Bob Dylan, this exhilarating, extraordinary film recreates a period when art, music, politics, and culture came together to significantly define the 1960s.

The characters are unforgettable because of the nuanced performances from Monica Barbaro as Joan Baez, Edward Norton as Pete Seeger, Boyd Holbrook as Johnny Cash and Elle Fanning as Sylvie Russo (a fictionalized version of Dylan’s first New York girlfriend, Suze Rotolo, who died in 2011).

Whether you like Dylan’s music or not is immaterial – director James Mangold makes us feel his impact as one of the most iconic singer-songwriters in history, and it’s glorious. He captured a vibrant music scene in New York 1961 and a pivotal four-year span where a generational voice was emerging.

 Mangold, who made “Walk the Line” about Johnny Cash and the crowd-pleasing “Ford v. Ferrari,” has created an authentic world – the burgeoning folk scene in Greenwich Village, the political upheaval of the times, and the events that shaped America. Dylan forged relationships with singer-songwriters finding their voices.

Mangold collaborated with Jay Cocks on the screenplay, which they adapted from Elijah Wald’s 2015 book “Newport, Seeger, Dylan, and the Night That Split the Sixties.”

The film follows a young Bob Dylan from the time he arrives in New York as a 19-year-old Minnesota native named Robert Allen Zimmerman to his groundbreaking and controversial appearance at the Newport Folk Festival in 1965, when he played the electric guitar and revolutionized the genre.

Dylan’s masterpiece, “Highway 61 Revisited,” is now considered one of the most influential albums of all-time, and the film explores how this period, going from acoustic to rock, cemented his legacy as someone who changed the course of American music.

He got his start with traditional folk song recordings in 1962, including his tribute “Song to Woody” on that debut, followed by “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” in 1963, which featured “Blowin’ in the Wind” and “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall.” His lyrics became more sophisticated and introspective.

As Dylan’s fame grew, he became increasingly frustrated and the writers did not soften his prickly edges, while showing what drives the creative process. Besides his hero Woody Guthrie (Scoot McNairy), Seeger and Baez would shape his artistry as well.

Chalamet’s scenes with Barbaro are electric, particularly the live performance of “It Ain’t Me, Babe” at Newport.

He also has terrific chemistry with Elle Fanning – they were a couple in Woody Allen’s “A Rainy Day in New York” (2019) — and she is grounded as the committed activist that helped mold Dylan’s political awareness. (Dylan requested her name be changed in the film).

The principals did their own singing and playing, and that adds to the film’s realistic environment. Chalamet’s career-best performance is seamless, with some of the numbers hypnotic – especially the seminal “The Times They Are a-Changin’,” which became an anthem for civil rights and anti-war movements.s

He doesn’t imitate Dylan’s rough vocal quality, but rather gives the essence in phrasing and delivery. Chalamet learned to play 30 songs and took lessons from a vocal coach, a guitar teacher, a dialect coach, a movement coach and even a harmonica tutor.

The fact that he personified the legend’s elusive nature is a marvel to witness as well. While the movie doesn’t provide a complete portrait of the complex artist’s 60-year career, it is a good start to learning about this mysterious figure who at times became confrontational, although it is not a deep dive by any means.

In addition to the folk singers, fine supporting actors include P.J. Byrne as folk music promoter Harold Leventhal, Dan Fogler as Dylan’s manager Albert Grossman, and Will Harrison as Bob Neuwirth, Dylan’s road manager.

I hope it fosters more appreciation for the album “Highway 61 Revisited,” Dylan’s sixth that was released on Aug. 30, 1965. He used rock musicians as his backing band on every track except “Desolation Row,” the last song.

The album is named for the major American highway that connected his birthplace of Duluth, Minn., to the southern cities connected by the Mississippi River and their rich musical heritage – St. Louis, Memphis, and New Orleans, plus the Delta blues areas.  

Boyd Holbrook as Johnny Cash.

Dylan wrote about his kinship with that route in his memoir “Chronicles: Volume One,” “Highway 61, the main thoroughfare of the country blues, begins about where I began. I always felt like I’d started on it, always had been on it and could go anywhere, even down into the deep Delta country. It was the same road, full of the same contradictions, the same one-horse towns, the same spiritual ancestors … It was my place in the universe, always felt like it was in my blood.”

Dylan has sold more than 125 million records, and among his awards are the Presidential Medal of Freedom, ten Grammy Awards, a Golden Globe Award and an Academy Award. Dylan has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame and the Songwriters Hall of Fame.

In 2008, the Pulitzer Prize Board awarded him a special citation for “his profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical compositions of extraordinary poetic power.” In 2016, Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, and he famously did not attend.

He was included in the Time 100: The Most Important People of the Century, where he was called “master poet, caustic social critic and intrepid, guiding spirit of the counterculture generation” for his musical and cultural contributions.  

“A Complete Unknown” mirrors the times that Dylan helped shape, but don’t expect a documentary, for everyone with intimate knowledge can pick apart the accuracy. But the creative team’s thoughtful attention to detail is remarkable , visualizing an important period for one of the most enigmatic individuals in music history.

Costume designer Arianne Phillips, known for “Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood,” has vividly stamped that ‘60s period with counterculture flair, while production designer Jacques Audouy, Mangold’s go-to designer, has provided expert depictions of that time and place.

What a long, strange trip it has been – and I enjoyed waltzing down memory lane in the spectacular fashion presented here. This is more a look back with appreciation rather than analysis; and a celebration of our finest music poets.

“A Complete Unknown” is a 2024 drama directed by James Mangold and starring Timothee Chalamet, Monica Barbaro, Elle Fanning, Edward Norton, Boyd Holbrook, Dan Fogler, Norbert Leo Butz and Scoot McNairy. It is rated R for language and has a 2-hour, 21 minutes runtime. It opened in theaters Dec. 25. Lynn’s Grade: A.

By Alex McPherson

With Harrison Ford lending emotional grandeur to an otherwise middling adventure, director James Mangold’s “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” provides an acceptable finale for the iconic character.

Indy’s latest outing begins in the mid-1940s, with the end of World War II in sight, as a heavily de-aged Indy (always looking “off”) and his trusty academic pal Basil Shaw (Toby Jones) attempt to recover stolen artifacts from Nazis. After Indy escapes capture due a conveniently deployed airplane bomb and KOs plenty of the monstrous chaps, he races onto a train (after a dimly lit, CGI-reliant car/motorcycle chase) containing the Lance of Longinus — a blade supposedly containing traces of the blood of Christ — and an also-captured Basil. 

Among the evildoers is Nazi physicist Jürgen Voller (Mads Mikkelson), a nefarious soul aboard the train who’s in possession of one half of the Antikythera — a dial created by Archimedes that supposedly allows for time travel should both halves be combined. Bloodlessly bombastic violence ensues, concluding with a battle atop the train that results in Voller thwacking his head on a pole and Indy and Basil jumping into a lake below, Antikythera in hand.

Flash forward to 1969, and our titular hero is in dire straits. Grumbling around his messy New York City apartment after having recently separated from his wife, Marion (Karen Allen), and with his son, Mutt (Shia LaBeouf) out of the picture, Jones is a shell of his former self, lacking purpose and direction as he prepares to retire from teaching archaeology at Hunter College. The Apollo 11 astronauts have just returned home, and society is looking to the future, rather than the past that Jones has devoted his life to. He’s become a curmudgeon, lacking the adventurous spirit he once had, both due to his age and regrets that torment his psyche.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he soon runs into Basil’s daughter, Helena (Phoebe Waller-Bridge), who’s after the Antikythera and wants to continue Basil’s life’s work of finding the missing half (or so she initially claims: she’s a hardcore capitalist eager to make a buck). After tricking Indy, she runs off with the artifact, while also being pursued by the returning Voller and his cronies, including Shaunette Renée Wilson as a crooked CIA agent and Boyd Holbrook as a take-no-prisoners killer. 

Thus begins a globe-trotting romp from New York to Tangiers to Athens to Sicily, as Indy, Helena, and Helena’s youthful sidekick Teddy (Ethann Isidore) attempt to find the remaining half of the Antikythera before the Nazis get their hands on it and change the war’s outcome. Indy’s back for another go around, just like old times, with plenty of returning faces and fantastical shenanigans at play.

Indeed, “Dial of Destiny,” the franchise’s first installment without Steven Spielberg at the helm, leans hard into nostalgia at the expense of dramatic punch — although copious literal punches are thrown. Mangold’s film (at nearly 2.5 hours) is a strange beast: at once comforting in its embrace of old-fashioned thrills, but averse to taking any real risks with Indy himself. Ford’s soulful performance is still able to overcome the screenplay’s frustrating lack of focus, buoying what is otherwise a slightly-above-average experience featuring lackluster set-pieces and formulaic plotting.

A de-aged Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones.

With his iconic whip, fedora, and witty remarks, Ford continues to excel in the role — conveying a wide range of emotions with lived-in gravitas. His portrayal deserves a stronger film to support it; we can see his sadness, guilt, and mournful reflection in pivotal scenes, along with his mischievous, daring old self bubbling back to the surface. Most everything between Indy’s scenes of introspection is fairly by-the-numbers — with little that stands out beyond a ludicrous conclusion, which, without spoiling anything, goes down a zany rabbit hole. It remains great to see Ford back in the saddle nevertheless.

While “Dial of Destiny” attempts to recapture the old-school thrill and “feel” of the series’ previous installments (complete with cameos, visual motifs, and eels taking the place of snakes), Mangold’s approach robs time from developing Indy as a character. Mangold’s reliance on nostalgia may well be the point, but reminding viewers (and Indy himself) of the series’ former glory shifts focus from the here-and-now: the antics in search of the dial (which could, theoretically, permit Indy to rectify wrongs in his own sad life) resort to familiar tropes and payoffs, neglecting to innovate on tradition to tell a consequential story about Indy’s place in the world today.

The film seemingly emphasizes the importance of not living in the past, but using remembrance as a means of personal growth. This might be meaningful to Indy, but the plot stemming from that idea is a workmanlike imitation on what’s come before — far from bad, but not making a lasting impact. 

Waller-Bridge, at least, shines as a brash, sarcastic, independent woman whose allegiances are often in question. She’s after the dial not only in the hopes of one day selling it for a boatload of cash, but also by a sense of wanting to continue her father’s lifelong work; the need to explore passed down from one generation to the next. By the end, her arc is a bit muddled, given her internal tug-of-war between cynicism and earnestness, but she’s still a worthy companion, and holds her own in the copious CGI-laden action sequences. Mikkelson’s Voller doesn’t stand out as particularly interesting, at no fault of the performance: he’s just a standard, franchise-typical baddie, accompanied by likewise generically sadistic goons.   

Speaking of action, the 80-year-old Ford obviously can’t do much stunt work nowadays, requiring computer wizardry to do the heavy lifting. It’s too bad the majority of sequences are so cartoonishly over-the-top and confusingly framed. Despite all the carnage on display (including during the intro, a horse chase through an NYC parade, and a frantic tuk-tuk pursuit through a Tangiers market), they’re often weightless, chaotic, and lacking the rhythm that Spielberg’s direction lent them, barring some amusing visual gags that remain a series staple. Yet again, “Dial of Destiny” tries to live in the past, altering reality to present scenarios that would likely have worked better in the animation medium altogether.

It’s a testament to Mangold’s competency and Indy’s sheer likability that “Dial of Destiny” is still an enjoyable watch regardless of issues. John Williams’ score delivers the goods (as always), and Mangold’s stylistic tributes to Spielberg give the film energy even when the story comes up short. Combined with Ford’s exceptional performance and fan service callbacks, “Dial of Destiny” is worth watching, if not something that significantly adds to the adventurer’s legacy.

“”Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” is a 2023 action-adventure directed by James Mangold and starring Harrison Ford, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Mads Mikkelson, Karen Allen, Antonio Banderas and Boyd Holbrook. It is Rated PG-13 for sequences of violence and action, language and smoking and runs 2 hours, 34 minutes. It opens in theaters June 30. Alex’s Grade: B-.