Thanks, Jeff; you're a good man - and with some facility in Japanese(?) to boot. Quite the skill, that.
I'll keep at my quest, of course, as I really REALLY like this film.
I remember dragging my wife (not
a Welles fan) on a 2 1/2 hour cross-country road chase after work one midweek summer's eve ("You-don't-need-to-freshen-up- hon-you-look-just-great - let's GO!!!!") over 25 years ago based on a rumour that there was to be a hush-hush sneak preview of something Welles was calling, most curiously, "F for Fake" at 8PM in the smallish town that hosts our Stratford Shakespearean Festival.
We careened into town with barely 15 minutes to spare only to realize we had no idea where to find the theatre and had maybe 5 minutes to go when we finally pulled up, Bonnie & Clyde like, at the right place. Right place, it might have been - and the right date & time, as well; but little did we know that Welles had decided to yank the film back for more editing at the last minute. A hastily-composed sign taped to the inside of the darkened theatre's glass entrance door offered an explanation that can best be compared to Seinfeld's Soup Nazi's, "No soup for YOU!" When the wife didn't divorce me on the spot, I knew then and there it must be love.
So, now you all know the particularly personal debt I owe our man. Yes, indeedy: I can truthfully proclaim that OW brought me and the little woman together for the long haul that fateful night. Not that she saw it quite the same way, though...
And so it was always with Welles, was it not? L'amour... toujours l'amour...