El Guevo

Dear little brother, you little rascal, how many times have I told you to watch this great movie? Instead, you're always out chasing little deviants like yourself... If you had listened to me, you could have your own opinion now instead of always associating yourself with others to fill the personality void you have...

Yes, I have to learn it but certainly not from you.

You think you’re clever, weighing every single word so you can twist the meaning to your advantage (for example, like when I talked about the last seal which you interpreted as a song, or about the difference between guests and friends... sure, they were all friends but they were also invited to the event, which means they were also guests... have you never hosted a friend at your house?), look, this strategy doesn’t work with me... I accept everything, maybe I’m confused and imprecise in expressing myself as you say, I’m not as good as you in writing, but my arguments are at least as valid as yours... after all, it all started from my personal description of an emotion (or do you want to suggest to me what I should feel?), the one who flaunted unsupported confidence is you, who stated that the film - "The Last Waltz has no climax of ecstasy, this is a view I do not share - ...there you go, speak for yourself, for me there is a climax in this film and my post said - A beautiful document that reaches the climax of ecstasy when Bob Dylan comes on stage" - then you started talking about performance, I talked about the entrance on stage, I didn’t start discussing live performance... in short, try to be more correct and accept the criticism for the superficiality you displayed not only in the review but also in responding to me.

You think you’re clever, weighing every single word so that you can twist the meaning to your advantage (for example, like you did when I talked about the last seal, which you interpreted as a song, or about the difference between guests and friends... sure, they were all friends, but they were also invited to the event, which means they were guests too... or have you never hosted a friend at your house?), look, this strategy doesn’t work with me... I accept everything, maybe I’m confused and imprecise in expressing myself as you say, I’m not as good as you in writing, but my arguments are valid at least as much as yours... after all, it all started from my personal description of an emotion (or do you want to suggest what I should “feel”?), the one who flaunted unsupported confidence is you, who claimed that the film - "The last waltz" has no peak of ecstasy, this is a viewpoint I don’t share... so speak for yourself, for me, the peak of this film exists and my post stated - A beautiful document that reaches its peak of ecstasy when Bob Dylan comes on stage - then you started talking about performances, I talked about the entrance on stage, I didn’t talk about live performances... in short, try to be more honest and accept the criticism for the superficiality you’ve shown not just in the review but also in responding to me.

A beautiful review for one of the most beautiful and charismatic albums of the 80s.

Indeed, there’s no need for all this controversy... you can rest assured, I’ve already told you that I didn’t mean to underestimate or overestimate anyone, I simply described an emotion, perhaps amplifying it, but don’t exaggerate; by continuing like this, you’re practically calling me a liar, and I assure you that’s not pleasant... I simply don’t like your review; reading it feels like the description of a live-aid or any live 8 event. Fortunately, I know this film well, I’m familiar with the parts that were cut, I know all the behind-the-scenes... in short, I didn’t find the same emotions reading your review, which I repeat, for me is very superficial, and as I’ve already said, it’s a very personal opinion... done or not done, the fact remains that I don’t like it. P.S. As for the fact that the heart of the film is the storytelling-song combination, we all agree on that.

Hal, saying that the cumline is Dylan's entry doesn't mean underestimating the others as you would like to make believe... if I say that "Aguirre, the Wrath of God" by Herzog reaches the peak of depicting delirium in the final sequence, I'm not saying that the rest of the film is inferior... as you say, they weren't guests, they were friends, guests, friends, maybe someone was there by chance but what does it matter? They are all great, they have all given great performances... but remember that it's not the same as with Dylan, and if you don't understand this subtle difference (and it's not a game or a competition about who is greater as you'd like to believe) I really don't know how to explain it to you, so I apologize for my inability.

I don't disagree with anything; the only thing is that I don't really like how you described this film-concert. You overlooked the importance of Dylan in this concert-film, which I repeat is not a simple and friendly great contribution like the others. "This something more" that Scorsese managed to capture... there's nothing wrong with what you've written; I just don't like how you wrote it... let's say I found your description of the event and the film a bit superficial, but it's just my very personal opinion.