I’m Not There (review)
He’s not there. Bob Dylan isn’t there. They tell us that right in the title: *I’m Not There.* Cuz you can’t pin him down — he’s an enigma, man. What we have instead are coulda-beens, mighta-beens, alternate universes, truths told in jest, a yellow-brick-road journey of you-were-theres, and you, and you, and the yous are all us.







