Orson Welles’ ominous narration of “Before The Law,” from his adaptation of Franz Kafka’s The Trial:
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He Begs The Very Fleas
Posted in Absurdity, Horror, Lit, Movies, Psych, tagged Alexandre Alexeieff, Before The Law, Franz Kafka, Orson Welles, The Trial on December 13, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Affectionate Arms Round A Stubborn Neck
Posted in Lit, TV, tagged Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, Orson Welles, The Simpsons on April 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Moby-Dick is one of the most spoiler-proof books I’ve ever read. Maybe more spoiler-proof than Treasure Island. Thanks to cultural osmosis I already knew Ahab’s fate, and yet as I was finally, actually reading Moby-Dick, the whole time I was still whirring, waiting to see what would happen to that crazy dude.
I’d get so buzzed reading the book, I never minded all the Whaling Encyclopedia chapters. For one thing, they put me right on the Pequod. I got the sense of time stretching out, with nothing of consequence happening for days on end, which heightened my anticipation of the hunt. Meanwhile I never felt like my time was being wasted because I was learning a ton about mid-19th Century whaling. (An obsolete practice, yes, but one blubbery with timeless metaphor!) And even when I did get a bit bored by all the pitchpoling talk, ultimately I was just grateful to always be one sentence closer to the Main Event.
By the time I got to “The Symphony” (Chapter 132), I may have been trembling. I knew the whale’s arrival couldn’t be any more imminent, and the words all shimmered like God’s sacred promises, as read by Orson Welles.
And when the chase was over I felt destroyed, and I was humble for it.
A Toothbrush, A Bus Ticket, A Paycheck…
Posted in Absurdity, Art, Fictional Non-Fiction, Games, Humor, Language, Movies, Psych, tagged Elmyr de Hory, F For Fake, Oja Kodar, Orson Welles on March 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
SPOILER: Orson Welles’ F For Fake contains several untruths.
…The truth- please forgive us for it- is that we’ve been forging an art story. As a charlatan, of course, my job was to try to make it real. Not that reality has anything to do with it. Reality… is the toothrbush waiting at home for you in its glass. A bus ticket. A paycheck. And the grave…