Orson Welles’s Last Movie
By Josh Karp
I'm generally not a movie fan. Some of the people and products involved have interested me beyond all the run of the mill junk. I liked Chaplin stuff silent and talkies and some other silent material and a handful of other people have caught my interest most of these on the fringe of things, the outsiders, the rebels. Naturally this would be the product geared to me. Of course I’m not so naive to really believe rebellion can come at negative production cost half a million or more, but this is pretend and “Tinsel Town” and all that. To me film is meaningless as an organizing tool although it worked well for the KKK because it is great at delivering crude blunt ideas. I tend to think it is a better tool for the totalitarian Right or Left rather than whatever I think I wanted politically. It is effective as a rallying tool for the “War on Terrorism”.
One can go forever down the rabbit hole of movie history. We are very industrious in this area, producing product and talking about it, and one could doubtless sit for years watching unique moving image without having to repeat. I say all this to separating myself from fandom. I mean, I don't want to associate myself with Star Wars, Superhero, blockbuster people. That's not what I'm about. I'm sometimes an actor but that is just because it is a easy thing to do to get attention. It's also preferable to working hard and accomplishing something which I couldn't have done in any field being temperamentally nervous, skittish, and not able to stick to things to a point of mastery. But I can do a student short in a day and get a bunch of attention on Facebook. People are still easily impressed that someone has made it to a screen since this stuff is still quite new considering all the time people have been around. Silly really considering the technological ease of collecting and displaying moving image. I mean relatively, in the timeline of human life, we got to the moving image thing two seconds ago. In the early decades of the 20th Century, filmmaking, when few could afford to do it, basically anyone can do it now, even edit and distribute globally, without cash out lay via YouTube. I also like to make short videos on my own so have a passing knowledge of how movies are made. It is really not that difficult after one gets past the unpleasantness of cajoling other people to help, since it is mostly a collaborative form.
I never had the remotest interest in making a feature length film and actually think it is a crazy thing to do with endless other more worthwhile activities to get into that aren’t so tedious and subject to costly failure. Costly because to do with things taking time and if there are actual people appearing in the movie you have to feed them and beyond to the messy territory of “Time Is Money”.
Besides why would I want to attempt to hold anyone's attention for that long? It's kind of rude. The feature film is a marketing length anyway, built around theatrically entertaining people for the evening or fit into TV slots. Otherwise why aren’t movies of all different lengths instead of less that 20 minutes to qualify as “Shorts” for most film festivals. or around 90 minutes or more for features. If you have not much to say but it needs to be a feature the time must be taken up with padding.
I like to read books and this book is about a big thing in our culture, the making of movies. In this case a movie by a unique figure in the business. And that makes it interesting to me, It’s specific, not just another day of collecting all the trivial about all movies. If the reader believes that only people who know everything about movies and actually “LOVES” them should write about them, then stop reading. I’m just a casual generalist.
Anyway, the book.
I didn’t like the way he began it The intro is written in the voice of Orson Welles doing one of his intros for a movie or a radio show. It was a cute idea, but didn’t work and certainly was out of place in what is proposing to be a factual book about a lost movie.
This is a tale of frustration. Of course I knew going in that the movie, The Other Side of The Wind, was never going to be finished. Actually after reading the book and observing what went on in 2015, I’m convinced that I will never see this movie. It just appears to be too much of a mess, financially still, and considering its original intention as an art film, perhaps it is better that way and more successful as an artwork unfinished. Actually I'm not even sure I would want to see it. If they are actually finishing it somewhere with the pathetic half million, less than half the goal, of indigogo money, it is going to be a very strange object. Welles's films are pretty damn strange as is and this one is now also a period piece shot during the ugliest of fashion eras in recent memory. The idea of a commercial product of theatrical release is absurd and to see in the book people killing the project forever because they think it is valuable as a commercial item and attempt to increase their take of the finish money is just sad and stupid. In a way the movie seems to be a product and comment on the New Hollywood era that at the time was about to die in the Jaws sea, and the Star Wars space. New Hollywood is now, 40 years after the fact, nothing but a footnote in movie history, a vague irrelevancy it the march of commercial cinema for global domination. If there was something there to sell big money people around the production would step up and get it done. As it is the thing is only of interest to geeky fans and a very few of the dying off participants in the production.
Sad also to read about the people who dumped their lives into this project. Most notably, Gary Graver who shot to movie with Welles and then, after Welles died, continued to try to get money to finish it until he too dropped dead. Yes, he had somewhat of a career doing other projects throughout the Wind saga, but the book implies that he, more than others, devoted his life to the project and suffered a great deal of personal loss because of that.
Maybe so. Or maybe one could look at it as having a unique wild ride with one of the most interesting people to get involved in the movies and created enough of a spash to be known internationally. That is a big part of the story. There are all these people, mostly young at the time, and just entering the movie business, who got involved in the movie production with Welles. By now even these people are old and dying off. So in that way the book shows what people are willing to do to get involved with movie making and how it is actually possible to get involved in the lives and products of big time people whose glory has faded as they head to the final exit. They are stars for sure, but they are also out there somewhere away from the limelight and sometimes in need,
And what of the Welles in this book? He has this movie idea. It has a script, which is a big stack of papers the no one has read. He won’t let even people who have money to back the movie read the script. And he’s rather rude to some of them.
We are told that he never sleeps. What does that mean? Why not? Does a creative genius have a brain that can’t relax so he must keep working? Or is it the booze and diet pills thing that I have read he was into back in the 1940s radio days. I think speed pills are an untold part of this story.
I think anyone who have worked on a set in small production would enjoy this book.
On some level it is all the same, but this is a would be Orson Welles movie.
Josh Karp talked to many people involved with the production. Many of them are now dead.
He does provide a view into the editing room where we are teased about the unique way Welles had cut some of the scenes.
John Huston, the star of the movie comes and goes. When he goes he is off to make several of the fine moves he made in his final years. He had something over Welles in that he could play the game well enough to get things started and finished and then go on to the next. While Welles sits for decades in a bog of his own creation. Meanwhile the Huston who shows up is an alcoholic in this 60s with emphysema. These old men are wreaks and drink what seems to me to be, a lot. But they don’t talk of recovery, or getting themselves together. They just keep plowing ahead to their products and their own oblivion. I was quite interested to observe this through reading Karp’s book and the new biography on Gore Vidal. They just keep going, drunk, or whatever.
It appears Josh Karp was not able to get Oja Kodar. As a result she is mostly missing from the narrative. Was she in the center of the creative process and we have been lead to believe in the past or just another person around the scene as she is in the book?
We are told of the content of the movie. It is about an old director played by Huston and his birthday party and his secret adoration for a young male actor who is in a movie of his.
Why is this an interesting theme for Welles? It is strange that these oddly manly 20th century art figures would end up being interesting in a theme such as this, but there is it.
Why? I will explore in depth later in the review.
Karp’s book is interesting frustrating fun, gossipy of course being a showbiz book.
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