In the span of a single week the New York Times posted not one but two articles from irate folksingers bitching about the authenticity—or lack thereof—in Inside Llewyn Davis. They are companion pieces to a blog post that ran on the Village Voice‘s website last month.
Lavin: “Am outraged that the Coens took such a colorful character and interpreted him as a doofus.”
I didn’t know Dave Van Ronk. Before this movie came out, the only thing I knew about him was that he was the guy from whom Bob Dylan stole most of his early musical arrangements, but that he was very generous and gracious about the whole thing. I’ll take Lavin and Vega and Thal’s word for it that he wasn’t like Llewyn Davis.
