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Seeing "I'm Not There" this weekend reminded me of two things. One, that Cate Blanchett is one talented and sexy bitch, even playing a somewhat bedraggled man. Two, how many Bob Dylan songs could charm me into bed. The obvious is "Lay, Lady, Lay" of course - but how could you NOT swoon to "I'll Be Your Baby Tonight"? (closeyoureyes/closethedoor). I know that probably none of you like Dylan, but SCREW YOU, you don't have to LIKE music to find it to be romance incarnate. The Dream Man is like those songs (if not the actual singer, perhaps): poetic, cynical, twangy. I could play "Idiot Wind" over every piece of mental sex-with-an-ex videotape. Actually, that was my favorite moment in the movie - divorcing couple, throes of passion, legs wrapped around each other to the cold "idiot wind/blowing through the dust upon our shelves."
AH, to be young and falling out of love.
AH, to be young and falling out of love.