Joseph A. Hansen
27Mar11
A very distant cousin of Zelig, but yes
I've been thinking a lot about the nature of "real" and "fake" lately—it showed up to great effect in Kiarostami's latest (Certified Copy), and it's a major theme in Gaddis' great novel The Recognitions (which I'm still trying to get through). I'd like to see this again to really cement my opinion.
Impressionante, mas difícil: isso serve tanto pro autor Welles como pra sua obra, que ganha uma dimensão multiforme com "Verdades e mentiras". Trabalhando de forma incansável a relação entre som, palavra e imagem, o filme ao mesmo tempo diz e nega, em um jogo de gato e rato com o espectador, que precisa redobrar a atenção pra juntar as partes do quebra-cabeça narrativo. O falso aqui é o ouro e nada mais importa!
Orson Welles discovers the French New Wave. Unfortunately, this whirlwind of cinematic composition is mostly devoted to a dud of a story about art forgery, and doesn't quite succeed in its meta-points about trickery and deceit. Orson Welles wears a cape, but his onscreen presence feels like a waste of screen time, and perhaps F could have explored Fakeness more fully if he had remained an acousmêtre.
Forget Citizen Kane, this is far more interesting. "I don't feel bad for Modigliani, I feel good for me." - Elmyr de Hory
A masterpiece of editing and conceptual invention, but Welles made his point in the first ten minutes, then monotonously harped on it for eighty more.
O filme mais moderno que já vi na vida, podia ter sido feito ontem, vamos precisar de uns duzentos anos pra fazer outro.
Welles with his pedal-to-the-floor editing puts every AVID-mad director in Hollywood to shame.
Audacious. A "charlatan" makes a partially fake film on a faker and his faker-biographer.
Welles plays the actor playing the magician. The editing is superb and kept me on the edge of the seat until the very final shot. Although it is not entirely on the exact same level or scheme of statements, I found this masterpiece to be some sort of "distant cousin" of Allen's "Zelig" mockumentary.
such an odd and strange film. sections of this such as the irish part and the end with picasso seemed at once pointless, out of place and just plain odd. welles provides a keen essay on art, the auteur and fakery. its a shame that kiarostami has bettered this in every single one of his works. i found it badly dated and a really below par effort from welles. some of the name dropping with hemingway seemed crass.
Something you can get engrossed but not submersed in; charmed by but not transcended by. The editing is unexpected and Welles is charismatic, but it ultimately never really takes flight-- lots of telling, too little showing.
I can't stand Welles in person but as a narrator he's OK and Elmyr's story was quite interesting, though I'm still uncertain of its veracity.
The story of Elmyre and Irving is incredible, and I like the way it’s told in Welles’s “new type of film”, particularly the editing. He loses that story a bit with the theme of magic that bookends the film, but his meditation on art and truth is sincere and effective and always interesting. Sometimes greater truths are felt among lies. I’m afraid the vulgar term for this is “art”.
Amazing. The Integration of freshly shot footage with found footage and the signature Welles style editing proves how much of a master Welles is.
F for Fake solidifies Orson Welles as a visionary filmmaker who broke down cinematic boundaries, treading new and interesting ground that deserves further study and criticism. Like Welles needed to prove anything. Still... this visual essay is unlike anything I've seen before. Editing and structure are disjointed and only in the artisan hands of Welles does this fractured "tale" become a work of actual art.