One Man Band doc free here

[purplepines]

(1995, 90 min.)

Albeit not in english, with subtitles.

Click here for it: http://www.ubu.com/film/welles.html

If you haven't seen it, it features
[] A hilarious trailer for F FOR FAKE
[] Excerpts from THE DEEP, a thriller set in the Pacific Ocean, starring Jeanne Moreau and Laurence Harvey
[] SWINGING LONDON, a wacky sketch featuring Welles in drag as a housewife!
[] A clip from a one-man show of MOBY DICK, with Welles playing all parts sans makeup or costume
[] Footage of a charming and self-deprecating Welles meeting with American students after a screening of THE TRIAL ("I use my own work to subsidize my work; in other words, I am crazy!")
[] Highlights from THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND, the most prestigious production of Welles' later years: it's the story of an aging, egotistical director (played by John Huston) who rails against Hollywood. Shot in a jumpy, frenetic style, it's unlike anything Welles had done before.

[Glenn Anders]

Thank you, purplepines.

That is a very handsome gift.

I had not seen ONE MAN BAND since it was in the theaters. Somehow, I rather liked better on my "small screen" this time.

Thank you.

Glenn

[tonyw]

Thank you also. This is a really good contribution for all of us,

[Tony]

What is UBU web? Do they have the rights to post this? Or is it a pirate operation? anyone know?

[tonyw]

Who cares! If Slick Willy once said, "Don't ask, don''t tell" then we should enjoy access to this rare work and not tell anybody else outside this group - especially Beatrice!

[Wellesnet]

Review of One Man Band:
https://www.sfgate.com/news/article/The ... 152342.php

"One-Man Band" provides an interesting contrast to the recently aired PBS documentary, "The Battle Over Citizen Kane," in which wunderkind Welles, a famous stage director, radio actor and movie star by his mid-20s, sows the seeds of his own destruction by misjudging the vehemence of his enemies (William Randolph Hearst, being one of the more powerful ones).

Silovic concentrates on the older Welles, and in clips of him addressing students at film conferences, he is still dashing, bright-eyed, witty and charming, yet there is a sense of loss. Around him looms a distressing aura of self-sabotage. One unfinished film would be annoying. Two exasperating. Three the makings of artistic tragedy. But as the numbers get higher, a pattern emerges.