Blimey, where do I even start with “I’m Not There”? This film’s like trying to untangle a plate of spaghetti, or maybe a Swedish julbord when you’ve had a bit too much glögg. It’s an artsy tapestry, with six different actors playing Bob Dylan. Yep, you read that right. It’s like a trippy ABBA comeback concert, but with fewer sequins and more existential angst.

Cate Blanchett is an absolute gem, strutting about like she owns the place. I remember thinking, “what’s this? Has Bob Dylan turned into a queen of rock?” As one who’s sneaked into a Dylan concert back in ’74 – long story, tickets were sparse like svensk summer sunshine – this film felt like opening a time capsule mixed with a box of assorted chocolates. You never quite know what’s next.

But I won’t lie, it had me scratching my head at times. It’s like trying to explain the appeal of surströmming to a tourist: confusing, a bit risky, but ultimately worth it for those who persist. The film dances around with reality and fiction like they’re playing tag in a Stockholm park.

The cinematography, though, is like catching a glimpse of the northern lights – mesmerizing. It’s all a bit jagged and raw, capturing Dylan’s ever-shifting persona. You can almost feel the cigarette smoke wafting through each scene, like a dive bar at 2 AM.

In a nutshell, “I’m Not There” is not your average Friday night flick. It’s more like sipping a complex red wine – daring, unpredictable, and maybe not everyone’s cup of tea (or wine). So, grab your polar fleece and dive in with an open mind. And if you’re in for a journey as twisty as the roads through Bohuslän, give it a whirl.

And hey, check out the trailer: I’m Not There