Since Bob Dylan has been looking more and more like the elderly Charlie Chaplin lately, it's perfectly fitting that he named his self-produced new album of throwback blues shuffles and 30s-style country ballads Modern Times. That's the 1936 film about the dehumanizing effects of life in an automated world that Chaplin similarly wrote, directed, produced and scored. But whereas Chaplin's sharply drawn social comment is rightly considered a modern classic, Dylan's Modern Times -- sung in a strangely affected croak you'd expect to hear from Leon Redbone's grandfather -- comes off like a feeble anachronism in which our man cynically attempts to pass off public-domain blues and folk tunes as his own by changing a few words. Some will try to defend Dylan's low-energy updates of Rollin' And Tumblin', The Levee's Gonna Break, Nettie Moore and the others as building on the folk tradition. But considering the compositional weakness of his declining output and his reliance on cheap ploys like name-dropping Alicia Keys to appear current, the dead-boring results seem more due to natural creative atrophy or just laziness. Not really up to his bank commercial standards.