It’s hard to read a book about
editing that has so many typos and poor punctuations in it. This book reviews
Welles struggle with the Hollywood machine to direct the movies he wanted made.
Often as you read about how both Welles and the Hollywood execs and their
addiction to edit and re-edit a picture, the story get jumbled and makes little
sense.
Don’t get me wrong, the book is
great when it talks about Welles himself or the filming of his pictures. Just
skip the stuff about editing.
And yes, this book has tons of
typos, and many people’s names are not even capitalized.
However, if I find out that the
author did the poor edits on purpose as a way of showing how much an editor can
ruin a person’s life work, like Tinsletown did to Orson Welles, then I will
change this from a Wishy-washy review to a Worth Consuming, because that is a
freakin’ brilliant idea for getting your point across in a very Wellesian way.
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