Breaking News: Tower Records founder Russ Solomon Dies At Age 92

Popdose is sad to report that legendary Tower Records founder Russ Solomon died at the age of 92, Sunday night, March 4th.

However, as it was reported by the Sacramento Bee, it was with a drink in his hand and a smart-aleck remark on his lips.  The visionary entrepreneur who built a global retailing empire and the most famous company in Sacramento history died of an apparent heart attack.

Solomon was watching the Academy Awards ceremony Sunday night at his Sacramento-area home when he was stricken, said his son, Michael Solomon, the former chief executive of Tower.  “Ironically, he was giving his opinion of what someone was wearing that he thought was ugly, then asked (his wife) Patti to refill his whiskey,” Solomon said. When she returned, he had died.

Tower went out of business in December 2006 after a second stint in bankruptcy.

As if to defy the digital forces that reshaped the music business, Solomon opened another music store just a few months later, on the very site of one of Tower’s flagship stores in Sacramento. But the encore fell flat, and he gave up after three years. Nonetheless, Solomon enjoyed a redemption of sorts as the star of “All Things Must Pass,” a poignant documentary on Tower’s history produced by actor and former Sacramentan Colin Hanks. The movie debuted in March 2015.

Thank you, Mr. Solomon – Tower Records was a haven for many of us in an earlier and easier time.

TV Review: “Everything Sucks!”

Peyton Kennedy and Jahi Di’Allo Winston star in the teen drama series “Everything Sucks! on Netflix

For those born in the early to mid-80s, the time is ripe for a show like “Everything Sucks! Nostalgia plays well for any generation eager to see itself dramatized on television or the movies — especially high school years. John Hughes, Judd Apatow, and even George Lucas with “American Graffiti” were able to do that in some of their work. Add to the list films like “Heathers,” MTV’s series “Awkward,” “The Wonder Years” and a whole host of other shows and you can see that, when done right, a high school drama series or film has the ability to capture the zeitgeist of an era — if not be downright iconic.

With “Everything Sucks!” creators Ben York Jones and Michael Mohran at times come close to the brilliance of Judd Apatow’s “Freaks and Geeks,” but often fall short by resorting to stock characters and unbelievable situations. However, the performances by the lead actors Jahi Di’Allo Winston (as Luke) and Peyton Kennedy (as Kate) keep the series compelling enough that one can overlook its flaws. Add to it subplot involving Luke and Kate’s parents (Claudine Mboligikpelani Nako as Sherry and Patch Darragh as Ken) and their nascent romantic involvement, and you have a show that treats adults like adults while the drama among the kids plays out in the foreground.

Patch Darragh and Claudine Mboligikpelani Nako find that certain teenage rituals aren’t just for kids.

 

 And what drama it is! Luke is starting high school and joins the A/V Club with his nerdy friends McQuaid and Tyler (Rio Mangini and Quinn Liebling). Yeah, A/V Club. Is there anything geekier than that? Maybe a computer club or chess club, but Luke and his friends are kids who seem to embrace technology in ways their cohorts wouldn’t until years (if not a decade) later with the rise of social media, the iPhone and the selfie culture that came with it.

The show opens with Luke developing an almost instant crush on Kate. Kate, though, is awkward, shy, and unaccustomed to attention from boys. She’s also unsure about her sexuality and is somewhat “untouchable” due to the fact that she’s the principal’s daughter. Throughout the course of 10 episodes, Luke and Kate’s relationship goes through twists and turns that lead to heartbreak (a couple of times). However, what propels the narrative isn’t really them trying to resolve the friend/ boyfriend divide, but rather the development of a student film as a way to stop getting bullied by Oliver and Emaline — a power couple who lead the Drama Club. Unfortunately, Elijah Stevenson and Sydney Sweeney play Oliver and Emaline as stock bully characters for the first few episodes, and they torture Luke, Kate, and their friends in ways that seems unrealistic. Drama kids being bullies? Drama students are usually the kids in high school who are bullied — not the other way around. However, Oliver and Emaline become more fully formed at the midpoint of the series, and their alpha male and queen bee personas start to drop as they show their vulnerabilities (i.e., they become more human).

Elijah Stevenson and Sydney Sweeney go to great lengths to bully the geek squad.

As far as the nostalgia factor goes, “Everything Sucks!” does a very good job of assembling a mid-90s playlist of pop, soul, and alternative music. Artists like Tori Amos are featured prominently in the show, not so much as transition music, but by showcasing her lyrics in ways central to Kate’s sexual awakening. Oasis, Tag Team, Ace of Base, The Verve Pipe, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Mary J. Blige, Elastica, and a number of other artists from that era also get woven into the series in effective (and sometimes comedic) ways. So as far as soundtracks go, this one quite good. Moreover, it’s clear whoever was tasked to put it together gave it a lot of thought and curated some very good deep cuts — in addition some obvious hits.

While the soundtrack is really well done, there were a couple of things I found odd about the show. First, the show takes place in Boring, Oregon in 1996. That was the year when large parts of the U.S. transitioned from the analog world to the greater use of the Internet — especially in metro areas outside of large and medium-sized cities. In the mid-’90s world depicted in “Everything Sucks,” computers weren’t all that integrated into the lives of the characters. Indeed, it was only about midway through the series when we see characters using the Internet in the school library. And yes, the Internet is shown in all its 14.4 modem slowness with a Netscape browser loading a page in about 20 seconds. While there were certainly many towns where people didn’t incorporate computers into their communities, the high school in “Everything Sucks!” is an oddity in that they have a state of the art TV production studio — complete with fairly good editing equipment — but seemed to lack the budget for computer courses. Maybe I’m splitting hairs here, but at times it felt like the show took place in 1986 (as far as technology goes) than 1996.

The second issue I have with the “Everything Sucks!” is the way the show treats race — or rather ignores it. Luke is a black teenager in an almost all-white suburban school outside of Portland. It’s only later revealed that his long-absent father is white, but I found it curious the lead character’s blackness isn’t mentioned or explored at all. Rather, Luke and his mother “act white” in terms of culture and interests. Now there’s nothing wrong with any of this, and I’m sure there are plenty of black folks who, for all intents and purposes, have assimilated into the dominant culture (in this case, it’s a white suburban one). But blacks experiencing racial prejudice in suburban enclaves is far more common than the blanket acceptance we see in “Everything Sucks!” In some ways, it’s refreshing, but for a show that explores gayness with far more complexity and sympathy it really is a stunning omission that a sense of “otherness” that comes with being black in a mostly all-white town simply does not exist.

While the series had some uneven episodes early on, it regained its footing for a satisfying conclusion — with a setup for a second season. So, if you’re like me and enjoy a good high school drama, you may not find “Everything Sucks!” perfect, but it’s good enough that whatever flaws present themselves through the course of the series become eclipsed by good acting and, at times, good storytelling.

Dizzy Heights #35: Going Back to Athens – Songs About Places, Vol. I

MASSIVE show this week. I had an idea about songs with the names of cities, or countries, states, etc. So I hit up my Facebook friends to crowdsource suggestions, and man, did they deliver. Easily the biggest community thread ever hatched from my page. They gave me so many ideas that I have two and a half pages of songs to play in future installments of this theme, so if I didn’t play your favorite song about London, I will make it up to you, I promise.

Much like the last show, LOTS of acts making their Dizzy Heights debuts, including Ace Frehley, Artists United Against Apartheid (bet you’ll never guess which songs of theirs I used), The B-52s, The Beautiful South, Def Leppard, Fluid Ounces, The Human League (wait what?), Jason and the Scorchers, Johnny Cash, Kim Wilde, Loretta Lynn, Missing Persons, Murray Head, The Presidents of the United States of America, Red Rockers, They Might Be Giants, and Todd Snider.

UPDATE: Thanks to loyal Mixcloud listener Lloyd Knight, I realized to my horror this morning (at work, where there is nothing I can do about it for a good 12 hours) that I in fact played the WRONG Jason & the Scorchers song in this show, putting my ignorance of the band’s catalog on full display. I deeply regret the error.

Thank you, as always, for listening. And I’m sorry for being a dumbass.

Popdose Video Premiere: RVG, “IBM”

Hailing from the northern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, RVG — more formally, but less frequently, the Romy Vager Group — self-released their debut full-length, A Quality Of Mercy, in early 2017, garnering tremendous praise and subsequently signing to Island Records to reissue the album in October. More recently, international outlets have begun to pay attention as RVG prepare to make their first foray into the United States in March to perform at SXSW, New York and Los Angeles.

The eight songs on A Quality of Mercy traverse through the myth of the tortured artist: the isolation of being trans, falling in love with a computer and the feeling of awaiting your fate on death row. Each song brimming with wit, compassion and commitment, is evident in Romy’s delivery. In her writing Vega moves beyond ego, beyond the simple confessional of the songwriter, hoping to find perspective on both world and self. In such, these songs are at once personal and universal, intimate and grand, timely and timeless.

Popdose is pleased to present the ethereal sounds in the video for “IBM”.  Let us know what you think.

https://rvgband.bandcamp.com/

 

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Fifty-Three

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross:  Episode Fifty Three
 
Rob and Jon kick off year two without slowing down – and because there is no shortage of happenings in this ever changing world we live in…  so be prepared to dive right in and ride the wave.  Some of the topics they touch upon include the school shooting in Florida; protests against a cartoon movie “Peter Rabbit” because (apparently) there’s a joke about an allergy to blackberries…; the overhype of “Black Panther”; Rob tackles watching New York City’s hockey and basketball teams disintegrate before his eyes and scoring two tickets for Elton John’s penultimate show in New York; the Olympics, the magnificent Luther Russell and his career-spanning new compilation, plus “In Our Heads” and STILL more!
 
 
So if you’ve already joined the congregation, take a seat, get comfy and tune yourself in – you’ll definitely laugh a lot, while you think…
 
Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Fifty Three
 

 
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Exit Lines: “Hangmen”

Filmmaker Martin McDonagh is enjoying his moment in the spotlight with the Oscar-nominated Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. Here in New York, playwright Martin McDonagh is back in the footlights with Hangmen, a West End hit from 2015 that is his first new work to reach our shores since the Broadway premiere of A Behanding in Spokane in 2010. Sam Rockwell, the star of that show and Three Billboards, happened to be seated next to me at the Atlantic Theater Company, and that wasn’t the only deja vu I experienced that afternoon.

McDonagh, who won an Oscar for his short film Six Shooter in 2006, directed two features prior to his current breakthrough, In Bruges (2008) and Seven Psychopaths (2012). If you haven’t seen any of those, or his theater work, chances are you were whipsawed by his combination of jet-black humor and violence, with the addition of some off-kilter (and offputting) social content. Primed to love it, I didn’t really buy it, finding it more of a mess than anything. But it’s a hot mess, to be sure.

Hangmen is chillier. It also has the slightly stale air of leftovers. McDonagh’s assaults on theatrical propriety were continuous in the mid-90s, when he burst on the scene with The Beauty Queen on Leenane, a play that shocked and delighted me on Broadway twenty years ago and still packed a punch last year, when it was revived at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Subsequent productions like A Skull in Connemara, The Lieutenant of Inishmore, and The Pillowman confirmed his immense talent for provocation, with the latter play (rooted not in his native Ireland but in a nameless totalitarian state) and The Cripple of Inishmaan allowing in some sentiment. After a pause, however, the U.S.-set Behanding was missing more than an appendage, with a particularly flat and irritating consideration of American racism. (This remains tin-eared in Three Billboards, with Rockwell again delivering the diatribes, with more ease this time minus a live audience; you could feel him flinching at the crude race-baiting during the show.) Hangmen is a reset, almost cozy in its return to the early, funny, horrible ones, to paraphrase the description of Woody Allen’s formative career in his austere Stardust Memories.

The show’s curtain raiser is typical McDonagh. Harry (Mark Addy), the second-greatest hangman in England, is having no end of difficulty dispatching Hennessy (Gilles Geary), who protests his innocence. Syd (Reece Shearsmith), his feckless assistant, isn’t much help, telling the condemned to stay calm and just go with the flow of his execution. Blusteringly, amusingly, the deed is done, under suspect circumstances. Black out.

Three years later Harry, out of work with the abolition of capital punishment, is running the greatest hangman-owned bar in England–err, actually, the second-greatest hangman-owned bar in England, after a rival establishment opened by the more noted Albert Pierrepoint (an actual person, played by Timothy Spall in a 2005 biopic). Pierrepoint was known for his discretion regarding his trade, but Harry, nagged at by his insecurity, holds forth with a local newspaperman at his pub, a miscalculation for numerous reasons. Not least of these is the mysterious appearance of Mooney (Johnny Flynn), an attractively louche Londoner who flirts with Harry’s wife and teenage daughter, neither terribly happy with their lot in life–and hints at knowing something about the Hennessy affair. The rest proceeds according to schedule, McDonagh-style–there’s a disappearance, a bait-and-switch, and an outrageously over-the-top resolution. Director Matthew Dunster doles out the shocks proficiently, on a pub set (by Anna Fleischle) redolent of ale and cigarettes. (The show’s humor is almost upstaged by a placard warning that real peanuts are used onstage, as if they might jump into an allergic audience member’s mouth.)

Other than the Laurel and Hardy byplay between Harry (Addy is almost unrecognizable from his role in The Full Monty) and stuttering Syd, who reenters the show, there’s nothing terribly fresh or bracing about Hangmen, which would count as a promising debut if so much Tony-level work hadn’t preceded it. (It may transfer to Broadway next season, giving him a potential fifth shot at the award.) The rage that stoked his creative fire, burning unevenly at the cinema, is banked. Hangmen doesn’t swing.

 

Popdose Song Premiere: Bellhouse, “On a Night Like This”

Popdose is pleased to introduce Swedish electronic pop singer Emma-Lee Andersson, who goes by the moniker BELLHOUSE.  She’s just released her own dose of pop goodness with her new single, “On A Night Like This”.  It’s something of an alluring, radio-friendly track, packed with vocals that hook you after one listen (and leave you curious about this young Gothenburg singer-songwriter).

Certainly, if her bio is to be believed, this is not your average pop-star-in-the-making; she was a trained truck driver who aspired to be a criminologist (!) – if the lure of music hadn’t taken its hold.  Ms. Andersson spent time in a punk band, cutting her teeth in a no-frills manner and has now prepared to focus all her attentions on her music.

Check out the track from the emerging songstress below and see what you think:

http://www.musicalheartbeat.com/blog/bellhouse

Could Be Fantastic: Five Documentaries About Lost Films

I’ve long been fascinated by movies that, for one reason or another, were never filmed or released. What would it have been like if Stanley Kubrick actually got to film Napoleon or The Aryan Papers?  What would have happened if Salvador Dali actually did get to make a movie with the Marx Brothers? Could Orson Welles have ever completed any of the films he tried to independently finance? And would Jerry Lewis have been allowed near a camera had The Day the Clown Cried found its way into theaters? In some cases, the films came so tantalizingly close to being shot and released that it could have changed careers.

In the past, these films would end up in a vault somewhere, gathering dust. Luckily, in the era of increased interest in those lost projects, we have a new way to see what the filmmakers intended. Directors are all too happy to discuss the projects that got away from them or just how far from their vision they strayed. Some of the filmmakers just move on, but others talk in almost hushed tones for the camera, seemingly basking in their own genius.

But the documentary makers themselves have a different agenda. They don’t want to discuss the original concept or even agree with the director. They want to show how a film with promise can turn into a forgettable waste of time. While the documentaries succeed at portraying Hollywood’s cut throat style and its constant need for results, the films they’re ostensibly trying to promote are sometimes treated like an afterthought. What’s even stranger is when the films finally resume production and are released, usually to less than stellar reviews.

So, what were these lost projects? Are we truly missing anything or are the films best left as unrealized projects? We’ll look at five recent documentaries about lost films and whether they make a good case for the movies they showcase.

Doomed! The Untold Story of Roger Corman’s Fantastic Four – I’ll start with the “unreleased” film that everyone has seen.  A few minutes on Google will net you a copy of the Roger Corman produced Fantastic Four. It’s a film that looks terrible, with shoddy special effects and a script that was seemingly written under duress.

But that could also describe every Fantastic Four film that came after Corman’s ash can copy. All of them feature bad acting, bad writing, and visuals. Worse, they don’t capture the spirit of the comics they were based on. Early Marvel may have been revolutionary, but it was not interested in singular visions. All of its early plots were derived from simplistic pulp fiction designed to appeal to a wide audience. That’s an attitude someone like Roger Corman understood.

The documentary devotes a lot of time to the internal politics affecting Marvel at the time. (Considering the powerhouse it is now, I wonder how many people realize that they declared bankruptcy in the mid ‘90s and were considered to be a joke company.) But the actors also talk about how they felt this was something that would lead to greater things. At the very least they expected for people to see their work.

The final film, of course, would only be released as a bootleg at countless comic book conventions. Today, it looks like something that cosplayers threw together over a weekend as a YouTube parody. Archive footage of Stan Lee featured in the documentary confirms that it was not something Marvel was proud of and pretty much all of the producers talk about how it was meant to fulfill a contract requirement.

But the actors and the director never feel that way. They talk about the effort they put into making these heroes come to life at a time when most comic book movies were still not taken seriously by studios. They do acknowledge the film’s special effects shortcomings, but this film was made with as much care as The Avengers.

What would have happened if this Fantastic Four was released? It couldn’t have killed the comic book series the way Josh Trank’s film did. It more than likely would have been considered in the same vein as the Captain America movies starring J.D. Salinger’s son. It’s a curiosity, but not something damaging to the brand. Its unreleased status is what keeps it in the popular conscious.

And frankly, I hate seeing a completed film shelved like this. Money was spent, directors signed on so there wasn’t a gap on their resume, and actors still created their characters. There would have been nothing wrong with releasing this Fantastic Four, and the documentary shows why.

Jodorowsky’s Dune – Jodorowsky practically invented the cult film. His vision is so unique that the fact films like The Holy Mountain were ever screened in theaters is a miracle. The fact that a major producer wanted to work with him to create a massively budgeted sci-fi epic at a time when sci-fi epics didn’t exist is the sort of miracle that Jodorowsky would have built an avant garde play around.

But it makes more sense than it appears. Dune, like Lord of the Rings, is a deeply religious work that was seemingly created out of thin air. Jodorowsky’s midnight movies were cut from the same cloth. They feel familiar, as though we had heard the biblical-inspired stories before, but they’re presented in such an unusual way that your beliefs have to be re-examined.

El Topo is the same way. It’s the hero’s journey and the plot is incredibly basic. (A gun fighter fights other gunfighters to prove he’s the best and then has to conquer a frontier town? John Wayne called that “Thursday.”)  But the visual images and the themes make it seem new and exciting.

Dune wasn’t a passion project of Jodorowsky’s. In the documentary, he said that he does not know why he told anyway this was the next film he wanted to do. But he committed to it, creating an adaptation that was both incredibly different from the novel and incredibly indebted to it.

Most of the documentary focuses on Jodorowsky describing scenes he wanted to include in the film (he’s never interested in describing the overall plot) and talking about the actors he wanted to cast. There are some great stories about him meeting Salvador Dali and Orson Welles. But at the end, he presents himself as the ultimate sage who was able to attract these people as though they weren’t performers, but disciples. The fact the film wasn’t made seems like an illogical conclusion. He made me excited to see it and write whatever check he needed. But, at the end of the day, the film could not exist without proof it would be a box office smash. George Lucas demonstrated that only two years after Jodorowsky pitched his film. Maybe then we wouldn’t have had to suffer through David Lynch’s version.

Jodorowsky’s Dune would have been a phenomenal breakthrough. Even listening to him describe his plans is enough some of the most exciting cinema I’ve seen. The team he assembled would have been perfect for the project. As Jodorowsky points out, these same people later inspired entire genres. Star Wars and Alien would not exist without Jodorowsky showing people the way. And we could have avoided the awful David Lynch adaptation.  

Lost Souls: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley’s Island of Doctor Moreau – John Frankenheimer’s Island of Doctor Moreau remains unseen by me. But I’ve seen far too many things like it. Moreau was a bizarre runaway studio project that featured an overpaid Marlon Brando deciding that he’d rather be remembered as a carnival performer than as a master thespian. It was a film more about Hollywood egos than about fantastic monsters.

But Richard Stanley’s vision would have at least come from a personal place. Stanley, at the time (and for all time), was an indie genre filmmaker who blended kitsch sci-fi and horror with deep religious elements. As he shows his preproduction art work (and explains that he based the drawings on the Stations of the Cross), Stanley brags about how close the project was to him and how it had been a dream of his for many years.

The last half of the film is devoted to the production woes of the released version. But I’m not entirely certain that Stanley would have been able to overcome the massive production the film required. He solved his problems using witchcraft (literally) and he’s also the person that selected the locations in Australia to shoot – the same locations that poured rain. He’s the guy that brought Brando aboard and demonstrated he had not learned any lessons from Dust Devil about the needs of studios.

Besides, Dust Devil and Hardware are incredibly risky films that even now are mostly unknown except to a cult audience. And had the film bombed, Stanley would have taken the full blame. Frakenheimer, at least, was able to bounce back with Ronin. Stanley has never really tried to create a feature film after his experience.  Who knows how such a sensitive, withdrawn figure would have taken the failure of his dream project?

Stanley’s Island could not have been worse than the released version. But it likely would not have been a major breakthrough. In fact, it would probably have bombed. I do admire Richard Stanley’s ambition with the film. But maybe, like Moreau’s mad experiments, the effort was always doomed.

Lost in La Mancha – In 2018, Amazon is scheduled to release Terry Gilliam’s The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. Also in 2018, every pop culture website added a story to their editorial calendar about how the final version isn’t worth the 18 year wait.

That feels defeatist, but there’s no other way this story can end. Don Quixote is a project that has been on Gilliam’s radar for almost 20 years and has changed so many times that his released version will feel like a compromise. It doesn’t matter how good it is. It will always be spoken about as a “what could have been” film.

Lost in La Mancha created the legend of Gilliam’s Quixote. It was originally filmed to be a DVD extra in the vein of The Hamster Factor for the 12 Monkeys home video release. But after the film was abandoned, Lost in La Mancha become the only way for anyone to understand what Gilliam had in mind.

Some of the film was shot and Lost in La Mancha documents Gilliam’s attempt to make the film. It would have been a very Gilliamesque film about old traditions colliding with a self-interested modern man. The visuals would have relied on practical effects. The cast would have been a “who’s who” of character actors. But sadly, Gilliam only shot for five days before the film was abandoned.

We do see some of the finished film in the movie, but what’s more interesting is how the documentary turns Gilliam into Quixote. Like Quixote, Gilliam is a dreamer doomed to failure who does not listen to reason. Producers tell Gilliam they can’t make the film as he sees it with the limited funds that they have. And like Quixote, Gilliam eventually “goes home” to normalcy.

Of course we know that he never abandoned the film and, supposedly, it will finally be released on Amazon this year. But it will be massively different from what was originally envisioned. Lost in La Mancha captures a moment that cannot be replicated. And that’s why, in a lot of ways, I think that Quixote belongs unmade.

The documentary suggests that, despite careful planning and passion, somethings everything goes wrong. That was the whole point of the Quixote novel. Seeing a completed version robs the lesson of its purity. Lost in La Mancha is a wonderful standalone film with an important lesson for all filmmakers.

I am an enormous Gilliam fan. I consider the time I made him chuckle by mentioning Sid Sheinberg’s name at a Q & A to be one of the best moments of my fanboy life. I want The Man Who Killed Don Quixote to be the most amazing movie I’ve seen. But I don’t know if the released version will live up to my expectations. Lost in La Mancha shows me why Gilliam would remain so passionate about the project and why he would want to see a finished version in front of an audience. But I remain convinced that the Quixote I want to see will never reach me. Gilliam in 2000 was still hungry and eager to prove himself to an audience. The Gilliam of 2018 has accepted that he’ll never gain mass recognition and his films are only being accepted by a select audience. Don Quixote is something that requires a passion, not a surrender.

Orson Welles – One Man Band – By the end of his life, as pointed out in Jodorowsky’s Dune, Orson Welles had become a joke who was not able to release a completed film. He hacked away at work for hire jobs to make films that, for the most part, were never completed. Those that were (like Chimes at Midnight, The Trial, and F for Fake) were overlooked as too strange. At the same time, critics like Pauline Kael were merciless toward Welles, claiming he did not deserve the credit for reinventing cinema with Citizen Kane. It was not until after Welles’ death that his reputation in America was saved and people began to wonder about all of those films that were never finished.

One Man Band is the closest that we’ll get to see many of those lost works. Some are great – The Other Side of The Wind, which will finally see the light of day in 2018, could very well have started another artistic revolution in Europe as newcomers saw a grand master mocking their technique. Others look downright terrible. There is a sketch comedy show that features silly borscht belt jokes and a very offensive yellow face gag. And that’s not even getting into the clips from Welles’ talk show pilot, where he justifies his new venture to the Muppets.

But One Man Band also captures Welle’s obsession with making a film even when he had no idea how it would evolve. It’s a very impressionistic version of directing where scenes would not come together until the end. The glimpses and flashes we do see in the film show a man who was still obsessed with experimentation and making grand films even though he had no money to make them.

Some of the footage highlighted in the movie is now available. For example, you can find the Q & A documentary about the making of The Trial on YouTube and people have intermittently released clips from Wind many times over the years. But One Man Band is still the only way to see many of these lost works.

I’m not sure how the finished project for most of these would have looked. Welles didn’t seem like he cared either. The most important thing to him was the creative process of filmmaking, which is why he continued no matter how many times Hollywood told him to stop. One Man Band is successful because it captures Welles’ filmmaking spirit.