The strange world of Bob and Joan was far less interesting than John and Yoko's exploits and a lot less entertaining to be honest. The documentary was aimed at deifying Bobby Zimmerman and succeeded in increasing his sales figures tenfold over the last week ( a major feat in itself ). However, as a window into a time of great change and upheaval the program failed to crystalise any sense of true perspective and set poor Bobby in the role of spokesman of a generation by proxy. I found the contributors, including Joan, to be less guiding lights and more like candidates for a Therapy Group.Mr. Zimmerman, back then in monochrome, mocked and juxtoposed in a fascinating display of youthful exhuberant rhetoric and, in his modern day guise of brother of Willie Nelson, said far more with his world weary eyes than his affected southern twang.It says it all that certain people here are far more interested in Joan's four letter word tirades than Bobby's defining moment in music. Scorcese has failed once again to hit the mark as he did when trying to immortalise "The Band" in their last hurrah - you still have the feeling that really you had to have been there at the time.Sadly, Joan Baez's forty five year career has left her bitter and proferring expletives to grab peoples attention - Ginsberg's fiery prose really took a while to register with her but boy! she gets it now.

It Ain't Me Babe.

Regards.

Sidewinder.