by ToddBaesen » Sat Sep 17, 2011 12:00 am
What really upsets me about this release is that Warner Bros. has done such great supplements in the past. THE SEARCHERS, RIO BRAVO, CASABLANCA, GONE WITH THE WIND... yet when it comes to KANE they can't afford to add any new material to a Blu-Ray release? I mean, it's only the "Greatest movie ever made," but the best they can do is come up with two discs of supplements that basically denigrate Orson Welles?
If you look at the WB extras on the above mentioned discs, all the extras treat the films and their directors with great respect for the classic movies they created. Yet for CITIZEN KANE we get a distorted "documentary" and an absurd fictional movie that is so ridiculous it is laughable. Here is a script excerpt from RKO 281, much of which (thankfully) didn't make it into the actual movie:
LOUIS B. MAYER
Who does that cocksucker (Welles) think he is?
FLUNKIE
They're laying bets over on the RKO
lot that this great deal will end up
with him never doing a picture. Back
to New York he goes.
MAYER
Serves him right. I mean can you stomach the
arrogance?
FLUNKIE
Inside skinny says the glory boy's finished,
can't come up with a movie. Wants to do a biography now.
MAYER
After RKO boots him maybe we'll pick him up cheap.
Have him do that WAR OF THE WORLDS crap as a
feature.
Meantime, shelve the newsreel. No one cares
INT: SAN SIMEON. WELLES' SUITE EVENING
Orson Welles, elegant and impressive, is flourishing a cigarette and a
coin in his magnificently expressive hands He is perfecting a magic
trick.
Welles is lounging on the bed of an enormous guest suite at San Simeon.
He is wearing a tuxedo.
In the bathroom beyond him we can see the writer HERMAN MANKIEWICZ
("MANK". )
Mank is a wonderful wreck of a human being. 43 years old, but looking
considerably older, he is short and squat and bitter. A compulsive
gambler and drinker, Mank still glimmers with wry humor that is equally
wicked and corrosive. He is incomplete without the stub of a cigar
clenched in his teeth.
Mank, also dressed in a tuxedo, is looking at himself in the bathroom
mirror as he struggles with his bow tie. He occasionally glances in the
mirror to Welles.
Title: JANUARY 3, 1940
MANK
I don't know what you expected with Joseph-
fucking-Conrad for Chrissake. I mean this is
Hollywood, pal.
WELLES
All right! Enough! I've heard this from Schaefer
and RKO. I've heard it from everyone--
MANK
But you keep coming up with the same elitist crap -
- HEART OF DARKNESS with a million dollar budget?! -
- no one wants to see that.
WELLES
Nonsense
Welles dramatically taps the cigarette on the coin, practicing his
trick as:
MANK
What are movies about, Orson?
WELLES
Forget it-
MANK
What are movies about?
WELLES
Telling stories.
MANK
Nope.
WELLES
Showing life
MANK
Who the hell wants to see life?! People are sick to
death of life! They want make-believe, pal. Fantasy.
They want Tarzan and Jane, not Tristan and Isolde.
Welles quickly makes the cigarette seem to completely pass through the
coin. An astounding bit of slight of hand.
WELLES
(happily)
Magic
MANK
Butts on seats. That's what movies are about. You
got one job in Hollywood -- everyone has the same
job, in fact -- putting the butts on the seats. You
gotta sell 'em popcorn and Pepsi- cola. It's all
about popcorn and Pepsi-cola.
WELLES
Not for me.
MANK
Then you better get ready to be the youngest never-
was in Hollywood history.
WELLES
That's better than being the oldest has-been in
Hollywood history.
MANK
You're a laugh-riot, kid.
Welles laughs and goes to Mank in the bathroom.
WELLES
Here, turn around.
Welles ties Mank's bow tie for him as:
WELLES
So, we've got to come up with our movie. Our
biography.
MANK
Right-
WELLES
We find the man and then we dissect him-
MANK
Like a bug.
WELLES
But with compassion and insight--
MANK
(glancing at his watch)
Christ, we gotta go! The old man doesn't cotton to
lateness.
Mank takes a quick swig from a flask of vodka, shoves it into his coat
and scurries into the other room as Welles checks himself in the
mirror.
A beat. Welles smiles, confident and resplendent
WELLES
(into the mirror)
How do you do, Mr. Hearst? My name is Orson
Welles.
INT: SAN SIMEON. HALLWAY FOLLOWING
Welles and Mank walk through an impressive upstairs hallway of San
Simeon. Quick glimpses of the astounding grandeur everywhere around
them as:
WELLES
How about Howard Hughes? We could do Hughes
MANK
I'm not fucking with Hughes. That shit-kicker would
kill us dead, baby. Just like Jean Harlow
WELLES
Howard Hughes killed Jean Harlow?
MANK
Sure. Dropped her out of his Lockheed over Utah
They disappear down a long stairway.
Todd