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	<title>Comments on: I&#8217;m Not There? - I&#8217;m Not There, Man</title>
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		<title>By: newcritics - &#187; The Exploding, Plastic Biopic; or, The Drifter&#8217;s Escape</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 16:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Watson criticizes the film for insufficiently trying to connect the development of the man with the development of the music, but for my money one of the best things about the film is the way it eschews the horrid biopic cliches&#8211;watching Ray Charles play &#8220;I&#8217;ve Got a Woman&#8221; for his girlfriend and putting in her mouth the kind of plot exposition dialog that in no way resembles real human speech (&#8221;Ray, that&#8217;s a secular version of the Southern Tones record, you can&#8217;t do that&#8221;&#8230;blah blah blah, yuck). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Watson criticizes the film for insufficiently trying to connect the development of the man with the development of the music, but for my money one of the best things about the film is the way it eschews the horrid biopic cliches&#8211;watching Ray Charles play &#8220;I&#8217;ve Got a Woman&#8221; for his girlfriend and putting in her mouth the kind of plot exposition dialog that in no way resembles real human speech (&#8221;Ray, that&#8217;s a secular version of the Southern Tones record, you can&#8217;t do that&#8221;&#8230;blah blah blah, yuck). [...]</p>
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