Thanks, Hadji. It's a beautifully put together little piece.
The research is a bit faulty. For instance, a picture of Welles with his first wife, Virginia, identifies the baby she's holding as their "son," Christopher. We know here that the fact checker slipped up on that one.
As for David Thomson's participation, at least they get a number of his books right, necessarily excluding some of his 25 publications: not listing all his works of reference, his novels, his works on cultural geography, his other biographies, and his books of essays, etc. And after all, Nicole Kidman is the title of his last published work.
That book, rightly, was not very well received for its inaccuracies and adulation. But I suppose that brings me to a hobby horse I've driven into the ground too often here already. People think that David Thomson hates Orson Welles. That could not be further from the truth. As with his infatuation over Nicole Kidman, Thomson is an artistic lover, and in that sense, his first love was Orson Welles. I'm certain that no one here today wishes any more than Thomson that Welles had gone on in an unbroken series of artistic and personal triumphs all his life, in the end to find Napenthe with Rita Hayward at the end of the rainbow on that dirt road in Big Sur.
It was not to be, and he has enraged or disgusted people here by saying so in Rosebud, embellishing certain truths with fanciful interjections of himself and I take it his wife, or one of his children, but I was happy to see him on camera in the documentary Hadji has brought us defending Welles verve and love of life on the day of his death.
Almost all the participants except for the ever loyal Peter Bogdanovich are more critical of Welles than he in this film.