Oh, it’s time for another Orson Welles post. Today, it’s sponsored by this interview with Gary Kurtz over at A Site Called Fred. Here’s the relevant quote:
That experience led me to completely validate what other people had said about Welles, which was that Welles was a wonderful, wonderful filmmaker, but he suffered from the fact that he didn’t have a team around him that knew how to control him. It’s kind of like a steam engine – if a steam engine, generating steam, isn’t focused so that all the steam goes out the right part, then the thing blows up. And, if it goes out the right part, then it can drive the ship or the engine very, very well. Welles’ best films were the ones where he was under the auspices of a studio machine, basically, where he could use his vision within the controls that were placed upon him.
Kurtz brings up the toxic effect the Auteur Theory had on movie-making as the Studio System was in decline. With directors now empowered as the author of their films, they lost the important sounding-board of their producers who could tell them no.
Being told no is an important part of any creative endeavor. So important, I’d call it one of the 36 Chambers of Writing. Limitation is how art thrives and flourishes. Welles is forever an interesting example because he had, for a brief moment, complete creative freedom and it pretty much destroyed him. That autonomy turned him into the wine-shilling pitchman we love to satirize. While Kubrick is the paragon of artistic freedom, Welles is, ultimately, the warning to all those people who believe their vision should not be constrained by prosaic concerns. The fact is, without those parochial influences, “art” just turns into smelling your own shit.
Or selling fish-sticks.
Heather wanted to know why I didn’t mention the Rock Biter’s music video in yesterday’s Satellite Show post concerning the abortion known as “The Neverending Story 3.” I initially said some things are too painful to inflict on others … I’ve reconsidered this and now you all can enjoy” the Rock Biter’s poorest moment:
Following the aborted attempt to buy an iPhone Saturday night, I went to the slightly closer AT&T Store to make my purchase. It seems 16 or 17 hours made the difference and the network was available again.
While I was in the shop getting the pitch on their U-Verse service, a local Southern California newsman came into complain about his service the previous night. I couldn’t make out the whole thing, but it seems the network shut down may not have been planned. Local newsman found his iPhone could not connect to the network and got some dubious tech support over the phone. The people at the AT&T store were pretty understanding; some of the problem was outside their control and the local newsman never pulled the “Don’t you know who I am?” card.
So, now I’m part of that Legion of the Damned known as iPhone users and Hell has never looked so good.
NOTE: Due to various arcane discounts and plans, I don’t have the option to leave AT&T. The lovely new Android phones are not an option. With that lock-in in mind, I chose the iPhone. Also, I chose to wait until Apple had made three product revisions until opting in. Just like I did with the iPod. Despite being fascinated with technology, I tend to exercise caution in most cases.
Me: I would like to purchase an iPhone, please.
Apple Guy: I can’t sell you one. AT&T shut down the network. If you got here 15 minutes ago, I could’ve sold you one.
And thus my adventure with a smartphone begins.