Orson Welles’s THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND: “The Most Famous Film Never Released”
Wellesnet contributor Kari Elovuori has sent along a link to a marvelous site he has created as "his own private exercise" which features a welcoming video from Orson Welles, a timeline for The Other Side of the Wind, and best of all, a video that features clips and some great color stills from the film, showing Welles, John Huston, Oja Kodar and many other members of the cast on location in Carefree, Arizona. There are also some comments from Oja Kodar about the movie.
Check it all out here:
Click to see the last page of the script:
AT THE RANCH
The real JOHN DALE moving through the empty house...
The voice of the handy-man can be heard calling again: “Mr. Hannaford...” Silence at first, then murmuring from another room...
JAKE'S VOICE (playback from tape recorder)
...remember those Berbers - up in
the Atlas mountains? They wouldn't
let us POINT a camera at 'em. They're
certain that it... dries up something
in the soul...
Following the sound of JAKE’S VOICE, JOHN DALE moves into:
THE BIG ROOM
Here, sprawled in a huge leather chair, HIGGAM is sleeping, his tape-recorder on his lap...
JAKE'S VOICE (playback)
...The old eye, Y’know, behind the
magic box. Could be it’s an evil eye,
at that... The Medusa’s eye...
Whatever I look upon finally dies
under my gaze...
THE DRIVE-IN THEATER
A deserted field, except for THE ACTRESS sitting alone in her little car...
The wailing wind and the gypsy song on the theatre's sound track are joined now by the wailing of police sirens - heard very distantly...
The sky is clear enough to show the hint of a black pillar of smoke somewhere far off...
Who knows, maybe you can stare too
hard at something, huh? - Drain out
the virtue – suck out the living juice...
ON THE SCREEN: The moving images fade under the dead pallor of the rising day...
THE ACTRESS starts up her car and drives away.
You shoot the great places and the
pretty people - All those girls and
boys... Shoot 'em dead...
The air is lightening; morning is almost here; the sun is just under the horizon, and JAKE'S FILM is very faint now on the big screen...
On screen THE ACTRESS seems like a ghost as she returns to the shapeless wreck which is all that's left of the OLD MAN'S dwelling place.
For a moment longer - dim as the image itself - there rises from somewhere beneath this ruin the gypsy lament...
But already the wind is blowing it away... Blowing everything away... Layer after layer flies off into the sky... And then, as the great dust cloud settles, there is nothing - only a vast lunar emptiness...
(on the sound-track
of the projected film)
There is an echo of JAKE’S “Cut” – his last direction - that comes from all the tinny car speakers at the DRIVE-IN.
The image disappears from the screen.
The movie is over.