geriatric millennial & SF State cinema studies student
Well, that was a real treat.
This week our kindly professor provided myself and my classmates a rare opportunity — a screening of a sort of DIY (and copyright violating) reconstruction made in the early 90's of Welles' original version based on the cutting continuity notes (an RKO secretary’s written description of exactly what she was seeing/hearing while watching the work print), blending some frame enlargements that still exist of the excised shots, some editing and rearranging, some rudimentary animation…
It's possible I could be highly biased towards this movie because of both the Oakland Athletics (a sports/corporate entity whose logo I have tattooed on my body) hat placed very prominently in a shot that lingers for a few seconds, or the fact that this franchise, and/or Kevin Williamson in general terms, was a huuuuuuuuge deal to me personally as an alienated, movie-obsessed mid/late 1990's only-child teenager.
Whatever factors ultimately led me into my local multiplex to see this movie alone on a Tuesday night... after watching it I can unreservedly say that it totally fuckin' rips.
Letterboxd had my expectations very low heading into my local multiplex for this but ended up having a goddamn blast with it.
Too busy, all over the place tonally, kinda dumb? Sure. But oh so much fucking fun, and I kinda loved the weird campy energy this movie flings about hither and thither. Made for a wholly entertaining date night (the wife loved this as well) at the ol cinema.