Took a look at the stats for this blog thing earlier today and discovered one of the most popular posts is actually a two-parter (1 & 2) I did a little over a year ago about whether or not Citizen Kane sucks or not (it doesn’t, though many Google searchers might disagree).
But, as much as I like Citizen Kane, my favorite Orson Welles picture is Touch of Evil, from 1958.
Unfortunately, the studio kicked him off the project during post-production and re-edited the picture, releasing a skeleton of the film Welles had put his heart and soul into. Furious about the changes, Welles composed a 58-page memo to the heads of the studio detailing the changes he wanted to be made to their version of his movie.
They refused and Welles began to fade away. A dozen or so years ago, the brilliant editor Walter Murch got his hands on an old work print of the film and reconstructed it according to Welles’ memo.
The result is a magnificent crime picture, rife with sin, reefer, grime, the greatest tracking shot in the history of the cinema and an overwhelming aura of cool.
In the film, Charlton Heston plays a Mexican drug agent named Vargas. That’s right, Mr. NRA himself, Charlton Heston plays a Mexican. He and his new American wife (Janet Leigh) are looking forward to their honeymoon in Mexico. As they cross the border a car bomb explodes and Heston is pulled into the case, along with his nemesis, the larger than life American cop Harry Quinlan (Welles).
And of course there’s the incredible opening tracking shot, most famously referenced in Robert Altman’s The Player.






























