The Biopic Problem
I don't trust musician biopics. They're like Wikipedia pages set to a soundtrack—skim the surface, butcher the details, and leave fans screaming into their vinyl collections. But A Complete Unknown? Damn. Timothée Chalamet didn't just play Dylan; he breathed him. And now, I'm greedy. Because Dylan's real metamorphosis—the motorcycle crash, the exile, the Basement Tapes—deserves its own film.
The Missing Chapter: Dylan's “Lost Years”
The movie ends with Dylan going electric at Newport—a moment so iconic it's practically classic rock scripture. But the next act? That's where the magic turns feral.
- July 1966: Dylan wrecks his Triumph motorcycle, vanishes from public view.
- The Band moves in: Robbie Robertson, Levon Helm, and crew become his creative lifelines.
- The Basement Tapes: Raw, unrehearsed, revolutionary. This wasn't just music—it was a séance of American roots, blues, and pure chaos.
Hollywood loves a comeback. But Dylan didn't come back—he transformed. And Chalamet, with his chameleon grit, could crush this role harder than Dylan's '65 Stratocaster at Newport.
Why It Matters: Art Without an Audience
Most biopics fetishize fame. A Complete Unknown flirted with something rarer: the cost of genius. Dylan's Woodstock era? That's the thesis. No stages. No screaming fans. Just a man, a typewriter, and a rotating cast of legends (Johnny Cash, George Harrison, even a starstruck Eric Clapton).
The Pitch: Imagine Almost Famous meets The Revenant—but with more harmonicas and fewer bear attacks.
The Case for a Sequel
- Untapped Goldmine: The Basement Tapes sessions are mythic, messy, and barely documented.
- Chalamet's Range: He's already proved he can snarl Dylan's sneer. Now let him unravel it.
- No More Heroes: Modern biopics are allergic to ambiguity. Dylan's exile? The ultimate middle finger to the “rise-fall-redemption” cliché.
Closer: Make It Happen
A Complete Unknown didn't just avoid biopic pitfalls—it redefined them. Now, let's demand Part II: Dylan in the wilderness, Chalamet in flannel, and The Band stealing every scene.
Your move, Hollywood.