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The Enigmatic Independent
By Sean Axmaker
August 11, 2003 - 8:17 AM PDT


"Both terrifyingly real and absurdly unreal."

And now I'm going to tell you a story about a scorpion. A scorpion wanted to cross a river, so she asked a frog to carry him. "No," said the frog. "No, thank you. If I let you on my back you may sting me, and the sting of a scorpion means death." "Now, where," asked the scorpion, "is the logic of that?" For scorpions always try to be logical. "If I sting you, you will die and I will drown." The frog was convinced and allowed the scorpion on his back but just in the middle of the river he felt a terrible pain and realized that, after all, the scorpion had stung him. "Logic!" cried the dying frog as he started under, bearing the scorpion down with him. "There is no logic in this." "I know," said the scorpion, "but I can't help it. It's my character." Let's drink to character.

Orson Welles as Gregory Arkadin in Mr. Arkadin

The legend of Orson Welles looms so large it overtakes the man, a legend partly engineered by Welles himself. He was the enfant terrible of Broadway, the great hope of depression-era theater in America, the radical genius of radio. Welles came to Hollywood in grand style and on his own terms, his ego burning so brightly that the Hollywood establishment turned up its nose and waited for his comeuppance. And he got it three times filled and running over.

Welles finished only 14 features in his lifetime, five of them Hollywood productions (it's hard to consider the Republic backed Macbeth a studio film) and only one of those, Citizen Kane, completed and released in its intended form. It has been hailed for so long as "the greatest film ever made" that it's become a dry truism. With the AFI and Sight and Sound imprimaturs stamped on it like official seals, the film is in serious danger of becoming the least seen masterpiece around and, like its creator (and let's face it, Pauline Kael was simply wrong: this is Welles's creation), the legends surrounding the film have long overshadowed the actual production. More than anything else, Welles was a showman and Citizen Kane is a three ring circus of cinematic ingenuity, a startlingly entertaining blend of dime store melodrama, historical biography, detective story, political drama, storytelling confabulation and plain old theatrical flourish. Years ahead of its time in its layered use of sound and score (a pioneering piece of dramatic composition by Bernard Herrmann), stunningly designed and brilliantly shot by Gregg Toland with a creative invention that pushed the envelope of motion picture photography, Citizen Kane is a vital, exciting moment of American cinema brought back to life with every viewing.

Like the tragic Shakespearean figures Welles so loved to portray on stage and screen, his hubris came back to bedevil him. An outraged William Randolph Hearst, who was one of the very public inspirations for the film's tycoon hero Charles Foster Kane (played by Welles), waged such a fierce war on Welles that the film was in danger of being shelved and unseen (that drama is explored in the documentary The Battle Over Citizen Kane by Michael Epstein and Thomas Lennon and the somewhat fictionalized drama RKO 281). Nominated for nine Oscars, it only won one, for best original screenplay, an award Welles shared with Herman J. Herman J. Mankiewicz in another bit of Hollywood humility - Welles had, quite publically, tried to take full screen credit for the film. The film, though hardly a flop, was not a hit - the Hearst papers saw to that, refusing to run ads or even mention the name Orson Welles in its pages (a ban that lasted until the 1970s) - and Welles was no longer Hollywood's Golden Boy.

His next film, The Magnificent Ambersons was taken from his hands and recut in his absence, yet it remains one of the greatest evocations of the turn-of-the-century and possibly Welles's best film. Where Kane was fast and frenetic, running at the clipped pace of an urban newspaper drama, Ambersons revels in sweeping long takes and Griffith-like compositions, the evocation of the gentle pace of small town life and the idyll shattered by the coming of the automobile. But it went woefully over budget and the release was effectively sabotaged by RKO (who, after hacking 40 minutes from it, released it as the bottom half of a double bill with a "Mexican Spitfire" comedy). The studios branded him profligate and uncommercial and he lost control of all future Hollywood pictures (which, it should be noted, were not projects of his choosing). He appeared in almost anything to scrape money together for his own independent productions, sacrificing his name and reputation as an actor in pursuit of whatever film he was directing.

When he died, he left behind a handful of films and projects in various stages of completion (some practically finished, others left only in tantalizing fragments). It had become a self-fulfilling prophecy: he would set out to finance his own films because no producer would invest in a director with such a track record of unfinished projects, but would then ultimately be forced to abandon them because of a fatal lack of resources; and so, he'd have one more "bad debt" chocked up to his record. William Randolph Hearst could have devised no better revenge.

"I started at the top and have been working my way down ever since," Welles used to joke.

His films tell a different story. His 1948 The Lady From Shanghai may be a logical mess as a mystery, but the story of corrupt manipulators, shady charlatans and tragic fools fits right in with Welles's worldview. It's a dazzling piece of cinema that culminates in one of his most famous scenes: the justly celebrated hall of mirrors, where he shatters his distorted portrait with jagged violence. His baroque masterpiece Touch of Evil is a sleazy, grimy, jittery and ultimately delirious work of cinematic magic. He put the technology of Hollywood through its paces with riveting camerawork, breathless editing and a densely woven sound design. Neither film was released as Welles intended, but in 1998, producer Rick Schmidlin, Oscar-winning film and sound editor Walter Murch and critic Jonathan Rosenbaum used Welles's notes to reconstruct it according to his vision.

Every biographer has their own take on him. To Simon Callow (Orson Welles: The Road to Xanadu, 1995), he's the needy center of attention whose desire for fame in the arts overtook his interest in the fundamentals. To David Thomson (Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles, 1996), he was the manipulative, self-absorbed artist who would never fulfill the artistic promise of Citizen Kane. To Charles Higham (Orson Welles: The Rise and Fall of an American Genius, 1985), he was his own worst enemy, purposely sabotaging his own productions out of fear of completion and failing in grand martyr-like style. Not that Welles's own words were any more reliable, though both Barbara Leaming's book (Orson Welles, 1985), which verges on autobiography so firmly is it entrenched in Welles's own version of events, and the Peter Bogdanovich interview book (This is Orson Welles, 1992) are both fascinating insights to the man for those very reasons.

The truth obviously lies somewhere between, for with all that's been researched, recorded and revised, Welles remains something of a conundrum: as enigmatic as Charles Foster Kane, as contradictory as Hank Quinlan, as tragically self-destructive as Falstaff. A single sketch of Welles is all but impossible. "For 30 years people have been asking me how I reconcile X with Y! The truthful answer is that I don't. Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody I know," he told Kenneth Tynan in 1965. Although I agree with Welles's own premature epitaph in Citizen Kane ("I don't think any word can explain a man's life"), perhaps no other insight so neatly points to the essential basis of both his art and his life.

"If he'd only compromised," his critics moan, "if he'd played studio politics he wouldn't have squandered his talents." Welles tried that once. The Stranger became his first and only hit, but it did nothing to improve his reputation. So he made the compromise that defined the rest of his career: he made films on his own terms and thus traded the technical resources and distribution guarantees of the studios for the shoestring budgets and cobbled-together shooting realities of independent production. A Faustian bargain indeed - decades later it's still his Hollywood productions that are most often seen and talked about, and such masterpieces as Othello, despite its restoration and re-release, and Chimes At Midnight are relegated to afterthoughts. Certainly the shooting and post-production tools at his disposable outside of Hollywood were deplorably primitive compared to the studios' resources for even a low budget production as Touch of Evil, and Welles's own constant tinkering, reediting, and even post-production rewriting and constant dialogue looping lend a distinctly unreal quality to his films (as if realism was his aim!). But to become caught up in what these films are not is to miss what they offer: rich character studies, spellbinding editing, stunning images and a cinema of complexity that asks - demands - that the viewer sit up in attention and work with it.

The labyrinthine world of Orson Welles hides its truths in a maze of facades and delusions, power games and moral trials, pride, need and defiance, all rolled into characters at once monstrous and sad. Of course, Welles is most renowned for his flamboyant style: jackhammer editing, arresting compositions, baroque sets, a multi-faceted, vitally alive vision both terrifyingly real and absurdly unreal.

Can Welles the man be found in his art? Maybe, but never completely. We're left with mere tantalizing reflections, their angles as different the ones seen in the mirrors in The Lady From Shanghai. The film career of Orson Welles becomes that hall of mirrors, but as biography, it is just as distorted and grotesque and unreliable.

A certain great and powerful king once asked a poet, "What can I give you of all that I have?" He wisely replied, "Anything, sir... except your secret."

Orson Welles, written epigraph to Mr. Arkadin

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Sean Axmaker
A film critic for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and a DVD columnist for the Internet Movie Database, Sean Axmaker is also a frequent contributor to MSN Entertainment, Amazing Stories, Asian Cult Cinema, Greencine and StaticMultimedia.com. His reviews and essays are featured in the recently released Scarecrow Movie Guide.

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