My thanks to Glenn and Todd, for their reasoned responses to my intemperate diatribe, and to tonyw for his defense of it. I will make a few more comments, then remain blissfully silent until I have the opportunity to read the full transcript of the French/Bogdanovich interview.
I have only seen the excepts from TOSOTW included in both versions of the One Man Band documentary. Those, and the scene descriptions in McBride's book, had me drooling in anticipation for the completion of this project. The thought of Peter Bogdanovich as "Brooksie" sitting there in his bloody ascot "recollecting" most assuredly does not.
Todd: even if Bogdanovich only plans to read narration that Welles never recorded, I must question "why?". Last time I looked, Welles did not play a character in TOSOTW, nor did he plan to. Lindsay Lohan could just as well voice the narration, if Bogdanovich could get a performance out of her. Bogdanovich is inserting himself here, for reasons that I cannot fathom.
Glenn: I appreciate the difficulties that any artist, let alone Bogdanovich, would face attempting to put this project together. But while references to Welles' rough cuts are notoriously contradictory and unreliable, I can pull up a boat load of references, many of them from Gary Graver, stating that TOSOTW was essentially cut, needing only some pick up shots and general tightening up to be presentable. Of course, we have other references that only 40 minutes or so, the stuff that Oja has, were fully edited by Orson. So who is telling the truth? What reason would Graver have to lie? He, unlike PB, was a true, selfless, devoted, loyal friend to Welles. I'll ask again, what is going on here?
I appreciate that Bogdanovich was gracious to you all at the presentation. I am sure that he is a very gracious man. But accounts by contemporaries are not flattering. Peter Biskind's Easy Riders Raging Bulls, the definitive account of the New Hollywood era, is scathing, and Christopher Frayling's description, in Sergio Leone - Something To Do With Death, of Leone's encounter with PB during preproduction for Duck You Sucker, while equally critical of both directors, is brutal.
Peter Bogdanovich was the hottest young director in Hollywood in the early seventies, even more so than Coppola, who remained the rebellious outsider even after the success of The Godfather. Yet he never managed to get Welles even an acting job. I don't buy it:
PB: Harry, I'm thinking about using Orson Welles in my next picture. I need to get him out of the house, Cybil hates the cigar smoke. How about it?
Producer: I'd love to help you Peter, but he's gained a lot of weight, he's unreliable, and we hear he drinks on the set. I'd rather not.
PB: Fine. By the way, for my next picture, I would like to shoot a musical in direct sound, with a cast that can neither sing nor dance, and with my girlfriend in the lead.
Producer: O.K. Peter, no problem, it's a go.
Enough said.
