My love for Orson Welles started rather precariously.
If I remember this correctly, Foucault was waiting in line at a bookstore when he stumbled upon the work of Raymond Rousell. That's almost how I discovered the cinema of Orson Welles - mere coincidence.
As a matter of fact, it was in the "powers of the false" chapter, in Deleuze's grand, "Cinema 2: The Time-Image", where I first started to engage Welles seriously. It was all the talk of Hamlet and the earth.
Growing up, Welles was frequently on television, but not in a creative or innovative role. It was usually in an advertisement of sorts. Robust and hearty, he often appeared distracted, searching for something new.
Of course, Welles is a mythical type figure, larger than life and rightfully so. He was a great storyteller, but what made his stories take on such inventive resonance was that they were usually true.
Welles was the greatest director of the twentieth century. Every director since owes more than just a little to his movements, his perceptions, his revolutions. Elated to hear that The Other Side of the Wind might finally be seen.