Don Quixote de Orson Welles

Don Quixote de Orson Welles (2001)movie review by Shane Burridge, rec.arts.movies.reviews

The least of Welles' features, but just as intriguing as his major worksDon Quixote (1957-1992) 116m. The case most often is that name directors start small and work their way into the system until they can hit the big time. The tragedy of Orson Welles was that he started at the top and slid down to the bottom, leaving a wake of tantalizing projects in various stages of incompletion. In some cases he ran out of money, got stuck in legal falderal, or was just plain unlucky. One of the few what-ifs that managed to escape oblivion was his pet project DON QUIXOTE, shot in Spain with his own money, on and off, for more than a decade. The available footage was left in disarray until an attempt at a restoration was presented in 1992 by Jess Franco (yes, that Jess Franco), who had previously assisted Welles on CHIMES AT MIDNIGHT but is better known for such horror and sexploitation opuses as LESBIAN VAMPIRES (yes, that LESBIAN VAMPIRES). The resulting 116-minute film was slammed by nearly everybody, firstly because of Franco's association with the project (Welles fans and film historians obviously felt that the Master deserved better than to be tainted thus) and secondly because the previously restored version of Welles' OTHELLO had led them to hope for equally polished work on future restorations of his catalogue.The quality of the DON QUIXOTE print varies widely, and Welle's narration bubbles up now and then amid some pretty blatant dubbing, but I'm surprised that Franco and his colleagues managed to assemble as much as they did, given Welles' careless housekeeping with his film stock and the film's absence of an audio track. I was expecting 'cheat' shots of reversed footage and several narrative fills over the top of still photographs (as was done with more reputable re-creations such as GREED and LOST HORIZON), but in spite of some missing scenes QUIXOTE appears coherent and conclusive. Unintentionally, the patchiness of the film complements the capriciousness of Cervantes' novel; similarly the erratic image quality gives the film an archival feel, as if these really were pictures of Don Quixote captured trotting about 16th century Spain. The first hour of the story is visually repetitive (Sancho Panza dogging the errant knight's footsteps across the countryside) and, apart from a moment when Quixote runs into a woman on a Vespa, doesn't contain anything that might mark it as particularly Wellesian. It gets interesting halfway through (ironically at the point that Sancho has to carry the movie alone) when the story starts playing about with the timelessness of Quixote's character. The point seems to be that certain figures in our consciousness become so iconographic that they transcend their own fictionality and enter dialogues with reality. Akim Tamiroff is well cast as Sancho, but Francisco Reiguera is Quixote to a tee, as if he had stepped directly from the pages of the book. That's quite an achievement considering that all the dialogue was dubbed in decades later by different actors. Understandably, QUIXOTE is the least of Welles' features, but just as intriguing as his major works and not without the mischief and warmth this story deserves. If there's a curse on Cervantes' hero then it has so far toppled two visionary film-makers - Terry Gilliam's struggle with the subject is even more unfortunate than Welles'. In the same way that it is considered unlucky to refer to 'the Scottish Play' by name, so too may film-makers caution themselves to refer to future adaptations of this material as 'the Spanish Novel'.

Chapter VII

OF THE GOOD FORTUNE WHICH THE VALIANT DON QUIXOTE HAD IN THE TERRIBLE AND UNDREAMT-OF ADVENTURE OF THE WINDMILLS, WITH OTHER OCCURRENCES WORTHY TO BE FITLY RECORDED

At this point they came in sight of thirty forty windmills thatthere are on plain, and as soon as Don Quixote saw them he said to hissquire, "Fortune is arranging matters for us better than we could haveshaped our desires ourselves, for look there, friend Sancho Panza,where thirty or more monstrous giants present themselves, all ofwhom I mean to engage in battle and slay, and with whose spoils weshall begin to make our fortunes; for this is righteous warfare, andit is God's good service to sweep so evil a breed from off the face ofthe earth.

"What giants?" said Sancho Panza.

"Those thou seest there," answered his master, "with the longarms, and some have them nearly two leagues long."

"Look, your worship," said Sancho; "what we see there are not giantsbut windmills, and what seem to be their arms are the sails thatturned by the wind make the millstone go."

"It is easy to see," replied Don Quixote, "that thou art not used tothis business of adventures; those are giants; and if thou art afraid,away with thee out of this and betake thyself to prayer while I engagethem in fierce and unequal combat.

"So saying, he gave the spur to his steed Rocinante, heedless ofthe cries his squire Sancho sent after him, warning him that mostcertainly they were windmills and not giants he was going to attack.He, however, was so positive they were giants that he neither heardthe cries of Sancho, nor perceived, near as he was, what they were,but made at them shouting, "Fly not, cowards and vile beings, for asingle knight attacks you."

A slight breeze at this moment sprang up, and the great sailsbegan to move, seeing which Don Quixote exclaimed, "Though ye flourishmore arms than the giant Briareus, ye have to reckon with me."

(Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes, available online here )

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