I've just watched the "Orson Welles Uncut" documentary off the new "Malpertuis" disk, and I am sad to report that it is the usual unenlightening anti-Welles rant, though of some interest for the outakes of Welles at work on the film. Unintentional humor is supplied by the fact that the Welles we see in the outtakes bears no resemblance whatever to the monster we hear described by the people being interviewed for the doc.
Director Harry Kumel, remembered for exactly one work, the visually striking vampire movie "Daughters of Darkness", reports that Welles was drunk throughout the four day shoot, and couldn't remember his lines. The Welles we see in the outtakes is word perfect and apparently sober.
Kumel states that Welles antagonized the entire cast, who hated him, and were so relieved when he finished his role and left the project that they had a party! Then we cut to actress Susan Hampshire, who says that she loved working with Welles!!??
Next we get a condescending, pretentious monologue from the egregious Mathieu Carriere, hired in 1971 for his pretty boy looks, and now a Gaulloises-shriveled wreck, comparing Welles to some sort of strange animal that you can't direct, but only follow with the camera lens. He states that Welles was "already dying even then" (in 1971! Someone should have told Oja!), and that Kumel, in letting Welles direct himself, was doing Welles a favor ("that was Harry's gift to Welles")!!??
Kumel also states that he believes Welles' biggest problem was that he had let the movies move past him, that Welles was not conversant with the great advances in film technique made since, well, since Citizen Kane, I suppose. Kumel's evidence for this - Welles preferred to post synch his dialogue rather then record direct sound! This at the time that Welles was shooting the technically radical TOSOTW, and had F for Fake ahead of him!
The best story of all is that, having apparently been such an obstructive presence throughout the shoot (Welles liked to have long lunches! And drink champagne! Quelle horreur!), Welles offered Kumel a free day of shooting. He then proceeded to get through 18 set-ups, before departing at noon. Kumel, who comes across as a self-important, humorless prig, quite fails to see the very obvious Wellesian irony in this.
Throughout all the blather, we see footage of Welles behaving completely professionally, offering his director multiple interpretations of a scene, or of a line of dialogue; getting irritated when his performance is not sufficiently inspired; solicitously asking his director if this or that was "O.K", or if he needs another take. Above all, unlike Kumel, he appears to be having fun. Couldn't Kumel have come up with a least one take of Welles berating a fellow actor, or blowing his lines, or nipping from a flask, or throwing some sort of a tantrum? But no, he doesn't, not one.
After watching this documentary, I am reminded of Welles's explanation of his later acting career: "they hire me when they have a bad movie and want to give it a little class". You'd think that Kumel would have treasured those lunches, and been thrilled to have this giant on his set. Instead Welles was treated like a drunken has been who should have been grateful for the work.
It is apparent that this documentary was only cobbled together to help sell the Malpertuis disk to more than the handful of genre fans interested in it, just as Welles was only hired originally for his box office clout. Where is Beatrice when we need her?
I will be reporting on the rest of Malpertuis in the near future.
