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Published: Tuesday, December 24, 2013, 12:01 a.m.

'Inside Llewyn Davis' treats folk revival with respect

  • Folk singers Joan Baez (left) and Bob Dylan perform in 1963 at the Newport Jazz Festival in Newport, R.I.

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    Folk singers Joan Baez (left) and Bob Dylan perform in 1963 at the Newport Jazz Festival in Newport, R.I.

In September 1961, The New York Times' folk music critic Robert Shelton saw an unknown 20-year-old perform at a club in Greenwich Village.
The singer, wrote Shelton, "is vague about his antecedents and birthplace, but it matters less where he has been than where he is going, and that would seem to be straight up."
Six months later Shelton's mystery man released his self-titled debut on Columbia Records, "Bob Dylan," a collection of mostly covers that sold poorly. In 1963 he returned with "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan," a 13-track LP that opened with an original composition called "Blowin' In the Wind."
Two years and a few other decent songs later, he scandalously plugged in an electric guitar at the Newport Folk Festival, ending his relationship with the community that had birthed him. Just last week that guitar sold at auction for nearly $1 million. It's safe to say Bob Dylan won the divorce.
The Coen Brothers' wonderful new film "Inside Llewyn Davis" takes place (very) shortly before Shelton penned his famous review, and while Dylan's impending arrival looms over the world of the movie, it's not about him.
Instead, it's about everyone who wasn't him, and, as such, "Inside Llewyn Davis" breathes renewed and important life into the early 1960s folk revival, one of the most misunderstood, frequently derided and hugely significant post-war cultural movements.
Aside from producing arguably the most influential American songwriter and most influential Canadian songwriter of the past 50 years -- by 1962 a young Joni Mitchell was cutting her chattering teeth in folk clubs in Saskatoon -- the folk revival was a formative influence on artists ranging from Nina Simone to Stevie Wonder to Robert Plant to Janis Joplin.
Yet in the years since Dylan went electric it's become fashionable to caricature folkies as luddites dirtying themselves in the dustbin of history, besweatered schoolmarms yelling "Judas" at our most cherished rock star.
Folkies get skewered in comedies like "A Mighty Wind," treated with aloof disdain in period dramas like "Mad Men," made into straw figures of lefty naivete in reactionary fables like "Forrest Gump."
This is a shame, and more than a little unfair. As a phenomenon both quintessentially of its time and doggedly seeking to flee it, the folk revival has aged about as poorly as things can age.
But it was also one of the great romances of the 20th century, a messily admirable mix of music and politics that believed in itself with a fierceness that few things have since. Its bedrock text was Harry Smith's "Anthology of American Folk Music," a six-LP collection released in 1952 that came to captivate a generation disillusioned by the directions their country was heading: Cold War paranoia, the drum-beat of nuclear brinksmanship, the intransigent racial violence of the Jim Crow south.
Folk music promised bygone purity to young people understandably wary of modernity, and the performance of folk music became a powerful force of activism itself.
Fifty years on, Dylan and Joan Baez performing at the March on Washington remains the most iconic visual memory of the revival.
"Inside Llewyn Davis" largely ignores the political side of the folk revival, a wise move that allows its characters to be human beings rather than pop-history cliches.
The movie's title role, impeccably played by Oscar Isaac, is based on the late Greenwich Village folk legend Dave Van Ronk, although music historian Elijah Wald (who co-wrote Van Ronk's memoir and has penned a beautiful companion essay to the Coens' film) is quick to emphasize that Davis is more impressionistic gloss than carbon copy.
One of the great shadow figures of American music, Van Ronk was a fabulous singer and guitarist who left an indelible mark on his specific time and place while never becoming a household name.
Irascibly opinionated, avowedly anti-commercial and by all accounts superhumanly generous to fellow musicians, he was a true original, a strange thing to say about a man so singularly devoted to the recreation of music born worlds away from his native Brooklyn.
"He was big, sky high, and I looked up to him," wrote Dylan of Van Ronk, years later. "He came from the land of giants."
There is something warm and fitting about the Coens, film's greatest bards of the star-crossed outsider, finally giving Van Ronk and the folkies their day in the sun. "Inside Llewyn Davis" both celebrates and sends up the revival's misbegotten best intentions in ways that are smart and humane.
In one of its finest scenes Llewyn is cajoled into performing the 18th-century British ballad "Fare Thee Well" at an Upper West Side dinner party.
It's a beautiful song (at 300 years old, it better be) that's soon interrupted by his well-meaning host's impromptu harmonies. Llewyn flies into a rage, suddenly sensitive to his own exploitation, being made to sing for his supper.
"But I thought singing was a joyous expression of the soul!" protests his wounded, would-be duet partner.
It's a hilarious and poignant moment that draws out one of the revival's fundamental contradictions.
Folk songs are simple, inherently democratic, literally of the people, while trying to make a life as a professional musician is everything the opposite, a difficult and rarefied pursuit best suited for those who secretly believe they're better than everyone else.
Nowhere is this tension more evident than in Llewyn's haughty, almost messianic hatred of commercialism, his failure to achieve financial success only fueling his self-righteousness.
Late in the film he auditions for a folk-scene power broker in an empty club, delivering a stunning rendition of "The Death of Queen Jane." The song ends, and his audience of one remarks, coldly: "I don't see a lot of money here."
He's right, but Llewyn is crushed: Not a lot of money is precisely the point. This, too, was an untenable saw of revival hard-liners -- once you achieved popular success, your music became immediately suspect.
It was a movement with a romantic view of the people but a deeply suspicious view of said people's tastes; after all, in 1961 the "folk" were mostly listening to Del Shannon and the Shirelles.
One of the cruelest ironies to befall the folkies is that much of their music is now far more forgotten than the commercial pop they were so quick to dismiss as empty and ephemeral. The Coens go a long way toward righting this.
"Inside Llewyn Davis" is easily the best film ever made about the folk revival, and it's also one of the very best films ever made about music, period.
For all their musty romance and authenticity fantasies the folkies had no shortage of courage. They believed in personal reinvention through art, the inherent and salvageable goodness of humanity, and the untapped potential of music as a corrective force in the world.
I'm not sure we've yet earned the right to make fun of these things.
At the close of "Inside Llewyn Davis" we're finally allowed to hear two voices from the past, the second of which is Dave Van Ronk's own from a performance close to his death in 2002. Ragged, knowing, unpretty but beautiful, it pours over the credits and sounds unlike anything else in the film, a perfect and richly deserved tribute.
At long last, this giant of American folk music is finally the old, the true, the real.

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