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ON CINEMATOGRAPHY
A wildly fictional account of how Orson Welles learned everything
about the Art of Cinematography in half an hour. Or, was it a weekend?
By David Worth
DAVID WORTH
TABLE OF CONTENTS
VIII FOREWORD by Bruce Campbell 49 ACT III: LET THERE BE LIGHT
Pinks / Natural Light / Unnatural Light /
X ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Hard / Soft / Reflected / Key / Kick / Fill /
Only Six Places
XII PREFACE: “ The more things change
the more they stay the same” 67 ACT IV: OBJECTS AT REST OR IN MOTION
Santa Monica / The S.S. Rex / The Raid /
1 ACT I: THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD The Pig / Blocking / Coverage / Continuity /
Welles & Toland / The Commissary / Dolly / Track / Crane
The Award / The Whisky / The BS /
The Deal 91 ACT V: FRANKLY, ORSON, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN
The Lab / The Editing / The Sound /
17 ACT II: TOES, T%&T, TITS, TEETH The Premier / The Bar / The Exit
The Beverly Hills Hotel / The Brown Derby /
Musso & Frank / The Roosevelt / The Suite / 105 ACT VI: AN APPENDIX
Camera / Magazine / Film / Lenses / 24mm / Cinematography / Biographies and Filmographies /
50mm / 75mm / 100mm Source Material / Tables and Charts /
vii
WELLES ON THE RADIO / WAR OF THE WORLDS HEADLINE
ACT I
THERE BUT FOR THE
GRACE OF GOD
The Orson Welles phenomenon that swept across America in 1939, after he had unleashed
his radio play based on the H. G. Wells book War of the Worlds, was astounding, and the
executives in Hollywood basically saw nothing but big box office dollars looming up on
their horizons. So much so that RKO Studios more or less offered Mr. Welles carte blanche,
even tossing in the unheard-of addendum of having “Final Cut” on his very first
feature film. The additional perks, which enabled their new resident genius to remain
Gregg
That’s the Academy Award, Mr. Welles.
Orson
I know what the f#*k it is, Gregg, I’ll have
three of those doozies by this time next year.
Gregg
I won it working with Willy Wyler... I
should have won it working with Mr. Ford...
and I’d like to win another one working with
you, Mr. Welles.
Gregg
I won’t argue with you... but I think that I can
help you become the next great American
Director, Mr. Welles.
Mr. Welles liked the sound of that; he liked it well enough to refrain from placing the
next morsel of rare rib eye into his mouth, smile and unctuously gesture for the Academy
Award-toting cameraman to sit down.
Orson
Sit, Gregg... have a drink.
Gregg
Whatever your having, Mr. Welles, only
I’ll have a double.
Mr. Welles regarded his tumbler glass of whiskey as though he had just been given a
challenge, albeit one that he could easily handle and no doubt better.
Hastings, who gave the impression that he had been predestined by The Creator to fawn
over the Boy Wonder’s every culinary desire, flicked a bit of lint off of his impeccable
tuxedo, then adeptly poured Mr. Toland two large glasses of whiskey. Gregg immediately
polished off half of the first glass and smiled at Mr. Welles.
Gregg
Fifty films, Mr. Welles, I’ve already done
fifty feature films and most of them were
pretty big deals too.
Orson
Bullshit. Most of them were studio drivel
and you know it. The only good ones were
Les Miserables, Dead End, Wuthering Heights,
and The Grapes of Wrath.
Gregg forces a half smile and then finishes off his first glass of whiskey.
Mr. Welles savors another succulent bite of rare rib eye before answering.
Orson
Too homoerotic for my taste, Gregg... big men...
on a big boat... big deal.
Gregg
And they say Mr. Ford is an SOB.
Orson
Do they? Then maybe that’s what it takes.
Gregg starts in earnest on his second glass of whiskey as he casually cleans a smudge off
his Academy Award and muses to himself.
Orson
Oh, for Christ’s sake, Gregg call me Orson.
All this “Mr. Welles, The Boy Wonder” stuff is
just so much bullshit.
Gregg
That’s not what Mankiewicz says.
Mr. Welles smiles at the mention of his maverick co-screenwriter on Citizen Kane and
gestures for more whiskey. Hastings never misses a beat as he silently and precisely refills
the Boy Wonder’s glass, then turns to the Academy Award winner. Gregg nods and he also
receives another brimming glass of the imported spirits.
Orson
Herman, that lush... so what does the
“Oracle of the San Fernando Valley”
have to say?
Orson chortles loudly, causing Hastings to imperceptibly raise an eyebrow as Mr. Welles
then hastily sops up the succulent remnants from his rib eye with several pieces of sourdough
bread, and not wanting to waste a drop of the amber sauce hurries them into his mouth.
Orson
The old f#%ker’s probably right.
Orson pauses to swallow the tasty morsels, then he locks eyes with Gregg who attentively
waits for Mr. Welles to continue.
Orson
You want to shoot my movie, right, Gregg?
And by the way what’s... “not all that
complicated?”
Orson
Fine. Here’s the deal then... I know nothing
at all about filmmaking... I’ve got a big ego
and a bigger IQ, I’m a quick study and I want
you to teach me what you know.
Gregg leans back savoring the moment, weighing the offer. Then he takes a long, slow
quaff of his whiskey.
Gregg
That’s really the reason that I want to work
with you, Orson... because the only way to
learn something... is from someone who
doesn’t know anything.
Gregg
Cinematography, Mr. Welles... Orson... it’s like
becoming a concert violinist... it takes a lifetime
of... practice... of sacrifice... of dedication...
Orson
OK, that’s the “Life magazine” answer Gregg...
Now cut the bullshit and give it to me straight...
How long?
Gregg sees that Mr. Welles is deadly serious. He takes a deep breath, then glances at
Hastings, who knowingly nods, then turns and busies himself with a bottle of bitters.
Gregg guardedly looks around the empty commissary to make sure that nobody hears
what he’s about to say, then he leans in close and whispers.
Gregg
Two days...