Bob Dylan film without Dylan

Martin Scorsese is making a film about Bob Dylan. However, he hasn't consulted Bob Dylan about it. He said he wants to present his own vision of Bob Dylan's life. What? Doesn't want to talk to Bob Dylan?
I used to like Scorsese, now I think he might be a jerk. How do you do that? Someone has to write the film. When you write a picture you take an opinion, a point-of-view, you present a biased view. Always.
And documentaries go for the truth. Or do they? Doesn't this go in the unauthorized biography catagory of National Enquirer?
Does it sorta go like this - - - ?

Writer: "Hey Marty, should we at least give Dylan a call?"
Marty: "I'm trying to make as honest a film as possible without unnecessary restrictions."
Writer: "Yeah, actually talking to the guy might screw up everything."
Marty: "I'm creating a story."
Writer: "Okay ... Hey Marty, what say we have Dylan say this ...'War is good for you.' "
Marty: "Sure, that sounds like what I'd like him to say."
Writer: "Marty, do you see Dylan as Republican or a Democrat?"
Marty: "Let's make him a Republican, we'll get him to sing for Nixon and both Bushes. Stir it up a bit."
Writer: "Hey Marty, uhm ... maybe he doesn't write, Times They Are a Changin', maybe he writes Moon River instead."
Marty: (Thinking almost a full 3 seconds) "Sure, my vision is he'd do that."
Writer: "Marty, you're a wonderful guy, who's gonna play Dylan?"
Marty: "Will Smith."
Writer: (cough) "Er, Will Smith?"
Marty: "Sure, Denzel played the Sinatra role in Manchurian. It's MY vision of Dylan."
Writer: "Ok, Marty."


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Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
                  lyrics by Bob Dylan

Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
            lyrics by Johnny Mercer
© 1961 Paramount Music Corporation, ASCAP