Showing posts with label Orson Welles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orson Welles. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Seven Things To Learn From The Life Of Orson Welles


"Everyone will always owe him everything." — Jean-Luc Godard on Welles' influence.


Always correct a lie

“They say” is the second most powerful pair of words in any language.  When they go unanswered, they become the truth.  It happens even when they are answered, but at least there’s a competing voice out there, as lonely as it may be.  The popular myth of Orson Welles says that he was a man who had it all and then lost it, either because he wasn’t capable of following through on what he started, or because he had a self-destructive streak that was wider than his genius.  The fact is, he was a man who had it all until it was taken away from him, mostly by the very people who said it was his own fault.  Sometimes he was an accessory and sometimes he wasn't.  But the crime was never his, and in the name of perfect balance, this needs to be repeated ten times for every time Welles is blamed for anything.

 
 

Money always trumps vision

The funniest thing about Hollywood is that there are a ton of people who claim to have “done” a ton of movies, when all they actually did was sign a paycheck.  To these people, if they pay for it, they not only have a right to say how their money is going to be spent, but they also have a right to be part of the creative process—a right that implies that their creative input is equal to, if not greater than, what the director wants, never mind the writer.  The truth is, there’s no such thing as creativity or vision when you’re dealing with people who, when something is successful, take every bit of the credit for themselves, and when something is a failure, blame everybody else in the world.  These people always know better, even though they don't have the brains God gave a goat.  They're the kind of fools who preview The Magnificent Ambersons to a theatre full of people who paid to see an Esther Williams movie, and then wonder why half the audience walked out on it, and then blame the director when they cut the movie to appeal to people who like Esther Williams movies and none of them show up to see it.  Nothing these fools do is ever wrong, and they have the money to prove it.  And they won't give a penny of it to people with vision, like Welles, without making them pay for it somehow.


Cecil Beaton, Portrait of Orson Welles, 1937

 
Always get the right to a final cut
 
The one movie Welles did over which he had total control is universally recognized as one of the greatest films ever: Citizen Kane.  Imagine what he could have done with that kind of control for the rest of his career.  But RKO made him revise his contract for Ambersons, giving them the right to a final cut as part of a deal to film a third movie (which he never did)—and yes, Welles signed that contract, so he knew what he was getting into.  You can talk about good faith agreements all you want, but when you sign away a right, you can be sure that the party of the second part will trust only and always what you put your signature to.  So treat that signature like a bargaining tool, and make it a point to never trade it for anything less than exactly what you want.  And if you have to compromise (and the day will always come when you have to), make sure it's at least 60/40 in your favor.



 Errol Flynn, Nora Eddington, Rita Hayworth & Welles celebrating
Hayworth's birthday during the filming of  Lady in Shanghai. 
The yacht in the film is The Zaca, Flynn's yacht.



Who you go to bed with is not who you wake up with

This is more like a Rita Hayworth life lesson, but Welles and Hayworth were married, so once again, it’s something he signed off on.  Hayworth is famous for saying: “Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda... and woke up with me.”  Welles could just as easily have said: “Every woman I knew went to bed with Orson The Genius, and woke up with me.”  The point being: attraction and excitement might open the door, but they don’t furnish the room.  Who one is in the world’s eyes is the role one plays, or the costume one wears, beneath which is always a nakedness that yearns to be loved just as much as that illusion.  Love may begin with that illusion, but true love is waking up naked next to that nakedness, and always feeling exalted instead of disappointed.
 
 

 
 
 
Necessity is always inspirational

In that weird way in which government censorship inspires authors to think of clever ways to criticize the state without actually breaking any laws, hardship and calamity can be just as inspirational to the creative mind.  In the middle of filming Othello, the producer of the movie went bankrupt, which meant among other things that there was no money to pay for all the costumes for the actors who would be part of the scene in which Roderigo is killed.  Welles’ solution, predicated on the fact that nobody had a costume to wear, was both simple and brilliant—he filmed the scene in a Turkish bath.  It remains one of the best scenes in the film.


 

 


Never give up

It took Welles three years to finish Othello, during which time the original producer went bankrupt, the part of Desdemona was re-cast and had to be completely re-shot, scenes that began in Morocco were finished in Rome, and Welles used his own money, including his salary from The Third Man, to fund the production.  (As well as one of the costumes he wore in The Black Rose, a coat which he asked to be lined in mink, even though you never see the lining in that picture.  The  coat shows up in Othello with the lining exposed.)  Think of everything Welles had to juggle just to get a project completed, and then consider how the setbacks he continually tried to surmount would have driven a lesser soul to give up.  Welles never gave up.   And what did the world say about that?  “He took three years to finish Othello,” in a dismissive tone of voice.  To which, if I had been Welles, I would have replied: ‘Yes, and I actually finished it, while any one of you would have given up after six months.”  (Man, talk about being born too soon—imagine what Welles could do today with a Kickstarter campaign.  Hell, I’d contribute to it.  Wouldn’t you?)





Not knowing what you can’t do frees you to do anything

Whenever Welles talked about working on Citizen Kane, he made the point that he walked into the experience with an idea of what he wanted to do, not a set of preconceptions about how things should be done.  So he just did it.  There is nothing more creative than ignoring restrictions.  Not being aware of limitations—which means not even admitting they exist—is like working in a room without walls.  Everything’s a window; everything’s a door to somewhere else.  Yes, the words “They say” are incredibly powerful, but in the end, there are two words which leave them in the dust: why not? 
 

Portrait of Welles by Jane Adams
 

That, to my mind, is Welles’ legacy.  He was the guy who said “Why not?” And even when the world said, “Because money,” or, “Because I said so,” or just, “Because,” he still got things done that nobody else could have dreamed of.
 
Happy 100th, Orson.


(And for a sonnet tribute, go here.)

 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Touch Of Evil






What does it matter what you say about
   People?  They will be who they are at heart
No matter what you think, no matter how you shout
   Corrections at them.  They will play the part
Their flaws have written for them, and their strength
   Will either rise or fall to the occasion.
A life is never measured by its length
   But by its truth, and by that truth’s evasion.
And if, before he dies, a man sees past
   His lies with honesty and clarity
And finds self-knowledge as he breathes his last,
   Then what he lived survives mortality.
      Knowing all that and loving him, what can
      You say, but that he was some kind of man. 

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

 

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Three Songs for Billy Collins: Update

So here’s what I have after a week. I have a workable chorus for Song 1:

Men can’t see for dreaming
Guess that’s just the rule
I am so beautiful
And you are such a fool
To love me

I have a snarky verse for Song 2:

God made you pretty, so it’s no surprise
A smile from you can bring a man to tears.
There’s something like a promise in your eyes
But not a single thing between your ears


And a possible chorus:

God made you beautiful
The way you smile can break a million hearts
God made you beautiful
To bad He never gave you any smarts.


And for song 3, just a verse:

You are a fool/To think I am a goddess
You are a fool/To picture me with wings
I’m not an angle from above/So please don’t talk to me of love
As far as I can see, it’s just one of those things

And that’s where I stalled, because I think in terms of theatre and performing, so in order to actually write these three songs, I needed to know who’s actually singing them, and I didn’t. And Song 2 has taken the initial idea and turned it into something a lot harder than the premise, which is “You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool,” not “You are so beautiful, too bad your elevator doesn’t go all the way to the penthouse.”

It was the third song that turned out to be the key (you are a fool to think that I am beautiful). Just saying the words out loud made me think of Rita Hayworth, or rather the Maria Conchita Canseco behind the stage name. Which means the first song is either sung by the actress or one of the roles she plays (Gilda? Elsa Bannister?) and the second by one of the men in her life, which to me means Orson Welles. Which would mean a three-song cycle where a man falls in love with an actress who warns him away from her, because the woman inside the actress knows it isn’t going to last.

That’s what I’m working on now. We’ll see if this makes things any easier for my too-smart-for-my-own-good brain . . .