Film Reviews

Orson Welles’ Lost The Other Side of the Wind Has Genius — and Bloat He’d Have Trimmed

A young Peter Bogdanovich (left) plays the protégé of director Jake Hannaford (John Huston) in The Other Side of the Wind, Orson Welles’ long-lost project that's basically a film-within-a-film-within-a-film.
A young Peter Bogdanovich (left) plays the protégé of director Jake Hannaford (John Huston) in The Other Side of the Wind, Orson Welles’ long-lost project that's basically a film-within-a-film-within-a-film. Courtesy of Netflix
A young Peter Bogdanovich (left) plays the protégé of director Jake Hannaford (John Huston) in The Other Side of the Wind, Orson Welles’ long-lost project that's basically a film-within-a-film-within-a-film. - COURTESY OF NETFLIX
A young Peter Bogdanovich (left) plays the protégé of director Jake Hannaford (John Huston) in The Other Side of the Wind, Orson Welles’ long-lost project that's basically a film-within-a-film-within-a-film.
Courtesy of Netflix
Forty-seven years after its first day of filming, Orson Welles’ The Other Side of the Wind hits theaters and Netflix on Nov. 2. While critics will pant with curious glee, it’s hard to imagine the average Joe Schmo lasting more than 10 minutes with Welles’ long-lost project, a film-within-a-film-within-a-film. Welles’ idea was to present Wind as a reconstruction of recently discovered documentary footage of director Jake Hannaford (John Huston) attempting to show his own unfinished movie to his guests; it’s perhaps the first “found footage” movie ever made. The notion of Welles inadvertently begetting Cannibal Holocaust and The Blair Witch Project is far more delicious than anything presented in this 122-minute edit of his last film.

Regardless, there’s merit to be found in The Other Side of the Wind. From a visual perspective, it is pure Orson. His meticulous handiwork is evident in the framing and composition both in the black-and-white footage that constitutes the ersatz documentary footage and the color scenes that represent Hannaford’s movie. The placement of his actors and his camera create image patterns that beg to be deconstructed and discussed: Welles’ use of reflections in a phone booth in one scene is particularly striking, as are the numerous ways he finds to cram as many bodies as he can into his party sequences. There’s a fun “spot the actor-director” vibe to the latter, which features real people like Claude Chabrol intermingling with other directors who are themselves playing characters. Welles’ camera also gets daringly close to his actors, forcing them to reveal more of themselves than usual to the audience.

The images recall the master’s most celebrated work, but the editing — the current cut was assembled recently — is often jarringly misjudged and unlike Welles. This presents an interesting dichotomy that will intrigue cinephiles. Despite being built based on Welles’ notes and the input of people who were in front of and behind the camera on set, this The Other Side of the Wind has a haphazard “well, he shot it, so we better include it” vibe. One wonders just how much of the existing editing Welles got to oversee himself; the answer is: probably not much. There’s a tight, 80-minute feature trapped in The Other Side of the Wind, one that Welles would most likely have exhumed had he not run out of money while filming.

The Other Side of the Wind is the name of Hannaford’s film, the one he is showing to his Hollywood guests, who include a strikingly handsome, young Peter Bogdanovich as Hannaford’s protégé and Susan Strasberg as a pushy reporter based on Pauline Kael. Hannaford’s framework story has a touch of Luis Bunuel’s The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie — his screening is constantly interrupted by power outages and other absurdities. His viewers are a motley crew of hangers-on and hatchet men (or hatchet women, to be more precise), and Hannaford implies that this will be the last party he ever throws. The viewer is privy to the veracity of this statement; Welles begins his story with the report that Hannaford is dead.


Adding to the surrealism is Oja Kodar, Welles’ companion at the time of filming. She’s the only person to visually appear in both the “documentary” footage and the film within the film. Though of Croatian descent, Kodar plays a Native American actress who is neither given a name nor a line of dialogue. Hannaford and others refer to her as if they’re talking about her at a Donald Trump rally, calling her every Indian name in the book from Pocahontas to Minnehaha. It’s a bit hard to take, though it must be noted that this footage was shot in an era where racial slurs were used in movie titles with impunity. As the actress, Kodar is tasked with evoking some kind of mystery-slash-muse vibe but she comes off as preternaturally vapid.

?Kodar fares no better in Hannaford’s unfinished feature. Robert Random plays a Jim Morrison clone wandering the desert while being stalked by Kodar’s naked Indian. Welles is being parodic here, taking the piss out of arty ’70s Eurotrash movies. But despite the gorgeous lensing, abundant nudity, a 6-foot tall castrated penis statue and the Zabriskie Point location, his soft-core porn film proves ungodly boring. It plays as if a horny teenage boy had been home alone and, absent access to his Dad’s stash of Playboy magazines, found an acceptable visual substitute in a box of Land O’Lakes margarine. Based on this footage, Welles may have also invented Cinemax.


None of this makes one lick of sense, and there’s more than one scene that supports a theory that Hannaford (and by extension Welles) nursed bisexual tendencies. Best to leave that one to the experts. The Other Side of the Wind is more fun just to look at than to search for any meaning. However, Netflix does offer a bit of analytical help by pairing it with Morgan Neville’s entertaining 2018 documentary They’ll Love Me When I’m Dead. The documentary covers the making of Welles’ film, not its reconstruction, and features interviews with a much older Bogdanovich and recordings of Kodar, who points out that “I brought the sex to this movie.” Welles appears onscreen talking about how all great films are happy accidents and all but admitting that he knew he was as full of shit as the movie that resulted.

The Other Side of the Wind premieres November 2 on Netflix.
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