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Here's how much I loved this series. When it concluded I went through a period of mourning. No more of those performances that swept me away. No more of that brilliant dialogue and involving plot. I felt tjat I'd been cast out of paradise.

I see that there are reviews that were either indifferent or hostile. All I can say is see it and judge for yourself. I think this is brilliant and they're nuts. Take a look and see which of us is crazy.

I'm from the States. I didn't know the leafs, or anyone else in the cast. That made the experience more fun. It was like eavesdropping on real life. See it. Love it.

Other reviews berate this Broadway Brevity as though they were critiquing a feature. This short was intended to be a piece of candy for audiences who'd come in to see a feature. It succeeds royally.

This story of a soda jerk who goes from rags to riches (sort of) is thin, but that's okay. It's not intended to be anything other than a vehicle for more musical numbers. If you take a moment to look at the bio of the star, George Price, his early life is punctuated with the same sort of unlikely breaks that our soda jerk experiences.

If you want a solid story with great writing and memorable performances, look elsewhere. If you'd enjoy a light hearted stroll, look no farther.

It was almost embarrassing to watch this film. I felt like somebody crawled into my skull and rummaged around until they found the elements of the perfect movie.

I've read Pete Seeger's autobiography, "The Incomplete Folk Singer," and the autobiography of Joan Baez, "Daybreak" along with seeing the two of them in concert several times. I have played the music of Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Joan Baez and Bob Dylan so much that, finally, the grooves on their records said, "Look, we're exhausted. Play something else for a while."

That's my long-winded way of saying that everything felt authentic. In the opening scene Dylan takes his first steps in the Village. He passed Cafe Wha?. I started to cry. I became instantly homesick for that wonderful era.

Everyone was spot on. Timothee Chalamet was flawless as Dylan. I never thought anyone could get Joan Baez, but Monica Barbaro did a remarkable job (I wasn't familiar with her, but she just shot to the top of my list). But special praise has to be given to Ed Norton's transformation into Pete Seeger. There were times when he cocked his head or the breeze caught his hair or moved or inflected his voice or seeing him with his wife, Toshi, that Norton was gone. I only saw Pete. I cried when I saw him. I'm crying now, as I write this.

Please, if you know this era, and especially if you don't, see this movie.