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.