I have no idea what this film was about. Stuff happened. Lots of it. Orson Welles looked and sounded stern. Some guy tries to figure out things that happened in the past. There's a pretty woman involved. Stuff.
I assume that there is a plot here. It might even be significant and moving, and I just wasn't paying enough attention. But I was rather hypnotized by what appeared to be a small, furry animal glued to Orson Welles's chin. I simply don't know what was going on, so this is not going to be the best review I've ever written.
The main character goes jetting (well, propping, probably) around the world. Does Orson Welles's character pay for it? If not, how does the guy afford it? I think he's supposed to be a small-time blackmailer, yet he mentions going to at least a dozen cities. What's up with that?
It's not that Orson Welles was a bad filmmaker. He had a gift for the medium that is seldom equalled, today or in any other time in film history. Kubrick, maybe, and Spielberg. But both Kubrick and Spielberg--well, more Spielberg--were also able to make movies that were more accessible. It's harder to get inside the thought processes of an Orson Welles movie. Everyone's motives are mysterious, and while that can be perfectly valid and even fascinating, it doesn't give us much of a grasp on the story. Welles is at his best, I think, when he gives us an Everyman wandering aimlessly through the story, trying to figure out what's going on even as we are, and I don't think we have that here.
On a completely different subject, we were planning to hit a midnight showing of [i]The Golden Compass[/i] as the finale of my birthday party tonight. We'd have to go all the way to Seattle to do it. What's up with that?