Just watched Orson Welles’ “F for Fake.” Fantastically weird and way ahead of its time. Welles was maybe the filmmaker most in need of an editor/patron/babysitter in cinematic history, but when he was on he was on. You watch this and you’re not only fascinated by the subject itself, but you’re fascinated by him. I want to spend eternity with Welles in the restaurant in between when he finished the oysters and when he ordered his Steak Au Poivre.

Craig Calcaterra

Craig is the author of the daily baseball (and other things) newsletter, Cup of Coffee. He writes about other things at Craigcalcaterra.com. He lives in New Albany, Ohio with his wife, two kids, and many cats.

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