The tribulations of an uptight academic as he chaperons a wild artist on a poetry tour of stuffy American universities.

This is beautifully made, especially the rhythm of the scenes in the first half. And it looks good, although there was something off about the Connecticut countryside - thought it might be Canada, never guessed it was Wales.

The leads play well together, but the humour didn't hit the mark for me. I liked the actress who told the ghost story. What elevated this was when Caitlin came stalking through the woods like a witch and wrapped herself around Dylan - powerful performance. It came possibly too late, but it did spark the magic. Pity they didn't fit in another couple of scenes with that character, instead of waving the letter around like a threat.

And I suppose they could have given a visual on Dylan's lyrics - although that might have turned out too wacky. The relay recitation of the poem was great.

Music perfect.

This was so outside the bounds of phenomenal I don't know what I just saw or felt rather cause I watched this not through the facile orbs or through the fostering brain lamo filters oh no! I experienced this masterful wonder the only way one might extract true magic with the god given greatest gift ever, the soul! If you are the type of person that casts away poetry with rudimentary colloquial speech: "Oh no, I would never read that poetry is for F**S! then no, you don't need to watch this because unfortunately my rustic rube dolt you don't and shan't ever have a soul, its impossible for you were born into our great world meaty and thick wholly bereft of one, so yes, go on with your bad selves and do something else, I don't know and I don't want to know...

Yes the penultimate scene or the last was so sweet, so thoughtful and affecting and touching that I couldn't help but reach out , if only I could, to do whatever I or we or God to save the awesomeness that is Mr. Thomas! But unfortunately, some people , god should of made two worlds, one for people with loving souls and the other for whatever I don't care I don't need to be there (tmi) who cares about that god awful planet... but unfortunately our artists have come down plop right into this disgusting living chimera , there is no choice :(

(Last Scene) - me me me me, "terrorize someone else" says Dylan's cohort - where is the forebarance the empathy the humanity , the love in the harmony of sympathy , sympathy for not only ourselves but for our fellow man, the sympathy to regard otehrs no matter what their station in life as human beings, as our fellow brothers and sisters , the sympathy to ask and really mean it , how are you, terrorize someone else, he missed the whole thing, its whats wrong Dylan and can I help? yet in its simplicity therein presides its futility, for what can we truly say or do, even if Dylan stops everything what does it truly matter when those very feelings that drive him to self-destruct will yet exist inside him, but would it really, I mean would it still if we lived in a perfect world where everyone said, 'no, wait a minute no, no more, I'm going to be the best person I can be for the betterment of mankind" Would he or anyone for that matter still feel the need to self-destruct. Would we have those staunch daemons with whose importunate insidious agenda we would need to fight.

John's self-indulgent comments belie anything altruistic when providing Dylan with any succor , it just makes everything no matter how sweet and nice seem like something done out of perfunctory duty thus never truly connecting from genuine affection.

The acting to me seemed stellar and the script thoughtful and genuine, everything this was a work of art!

Superb reviews here of a magnificent film.

One complaint.

Too often the music kills the moment.

When no-one is speaking, and also when someone is speaking, the scene would be more intense without musical sounds that intrude.

Many years ago, in the 1940s I believe, H.L.Mencken wrote strongly of his irritation when musical sounds were introduced into films for dramatic effect.

This is a film largely about the spoken word and human frailties, in brilliantly simple black-ands-white settings that are intimate whether in a field, a forest or a cabin.

Of course it's merely personal opinion, but to me the music here merely clutters a classic.