I will refrain from ranting about my feelings regarding a Miss Sienna Miller, as this post is a “film” post and not a “fashion” post, and as she barely exists as an actress, I can hardly judge her abilities in that arena. That being said I am DYING to see Factory Girl, the Edie Sedgwick biopic, which really seems should be out by now, considering the hype storm we’ve been under attack from for what seems like at least a year. Well, one cat who is not so excited about the film’s release is Bob Dylan. He’s got a litigious trigger finger over what he sees as the film’s portrayal as him having been at least partially responsible for Edie’s heroin use, which may or may not have caused her death. For what it’s worth, my understanding is that although Edie pined over Dylan, she really had more of a relationship with his sleazy manager, and while she she did a li’l heroin around this time, she was more of an uppers kind of gal. Besides, who is to say what any one thing killed someone who spent most of her short life with her fingers down her throat and a drug-filled syringe in her butt? In that sense, I think Dylan is right to get pissy over a film that would blame him for the death of such a walking disaster. But unfortunately I think some people will think he doth protest to much.