I'm sorry to say it, folks, but The Immortal Story simply doesn't do a thing for me. Its principal accomplishment is to be both precious and banal at the same time - on almost every filmmaking level.
Its poor reception in 1968 was well deserved, IMHO, and it certainly tests the credulity of the saying that even minor Welles is better than the best of many another director. Given the deluge of dreadful directors out there, that ain't saying much in this case.
While I'm pleased to have it rounding out my collection, in the end, it's just downright uninteresting - most especially in a visual sense, which, in Wellesian terms, comes dangerously close to unforgivable. There's not even the slightest hint of having tried hard and failed. Only for the hardiest of the diehards, I'd caution.
OW, man, I loves ya, but even the best have their worst days. Still, it's nice to remember you were, after all, only human. It makes your undeniable triumphs all the more awesome by comparison.