I’ll have more to say about this later, but I finally got around to watching The Other Side of the Wind on Netflix last night, and… holy shit! I am astonished.

Against all odds, a washed-up old man managed to shoot not only a dizzying, supremely confident, narratively dense rumination on the state of filmmaking in the ‘70s, but also an unbelievably gorgeous quasi-parody of avant-garde, counter-culture movies in the form of a film-within-the-film.

It’s difficult to imagine, but somehow, Orson fucking Welles made one of 2018′s sexiest movies in 1973.