i find another charecteristic in orson interviews:
ever notice how the question always pops up, what orson thinks about other directors? i never read them asking ford, or huston, or hitch what they think about the other guys, but that question seems to pop up in a lot of orson interviews.
it's been said that KANE is the ruler that other films are measured by, maybe they were carrying that ruler to welles?
in one interview, the guy asked welles what he thought about rock & roll music! what in the world was the guy thinking?
and i must thank nat the obssessed for this very funny 'partial' quote from playboy 1983.
Heavymetal music isn't the only way Welles has tuned in to the younger generation. Last year, he agreed to deliver the opening address at the massive anti-nuclear-weapons rally in New York's Central Park. His speech was to show that the old-timers were as deeply concerned about the prospect of nucleaar war as the kids. That morning, before the 900,000 demonstrators arrived, Welles was ushered through a cordon of police to the speakers' platform, which had been constructed high above the sprawling Great Lawn. Unfortunately, he quickly discoved he couldn't walk up the exceedingly long ramp, which was much too steep for his bulk. Nor could he ascend it in the wheelchair he had brought with him.
Figuring that the security guards hired to monitor the rally might be able to help, the ever-helpful Henry Jaglom searched out one of the supervisore.
"Listen," Jaglom told him, "I've got Orson Welles here."
"Hey, Orson Welles!" said Security. "No shit! Where is he?"
"I'd like you to come and meet him," said Jaglom.
"Yeah," agreed Security, straightening his tie. "I'd love to."
"But I've got a problem," Jaglom added, explaining the sticky situation.
"No problem!" assured Security, who instantly called a Brooklyn friend employed in construction.
In an hour, Brooklyn arrived with a forklift used to construct skyscrapers. Attached to a chain was a platform onto which Jaglom pushed Welles in his wheelchair. As the forklift hoisted them up, Jaglom gripped the chain with one hand and the wheelchair with the other, since the platform was swinging wildly to and fro in mid-air. "What are they doing? What are they doing? Welles asked with each dip. Nervous about rolling off if Jaglom let go, he was really sweating now.
"Hey!" yelled Security from below. "There's no problem! Don't worry!" When the platform was finally at rostrum level, several broad swings were necessary to maneuver it to where the wheelchair could easily be rolled off. "This is how it ends," Welles blurted out as the platform tipped at an especially precarious angle. "I can see this is what the obituary is, New York Times, tomorrow: 'Elderly overweight actor rolls to his death, crushing young director friend in his path!"