I think my favorite part of Ed Wood was his meeting Orson Welles in the bar. The talentless hack and the frustrated genius, and both with the exact same complaints: clueless patrons, closed-minded producers, etc. And not only the same complaints: the same passionate devotion to dreams.

Which reminds me: if you happen to see a copy of Welles’ Chimes at Midnight, do give it a look-see. The only copy I’ve found had absolutely wretched sound, and it was still fantastic.


  1. Notrelatedtoted says


    I think you need this.

    I don’t know how to make the links work, so cut & paste etc.

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