So you think you've discovered a lost Orson Welles gem.
Think again! This is the most horrible, nonsensical piece of... ever committed to celluloid. For the first half-hour almost nothing happens. It's like Proust without the poetic quality. It just sits there and sits there. You just won't believe it. None of the characters makes sense, their motivations are virtually nonexistent, the plot is so forced it makes you laugh. How could Welles have made this? In one scene, Welles grabs for a man's medication because the jury's about to come in in a murder case (Welles is the defendant) and Welles wants to take an overdose and die. The only problem is that that doesn't square with his personality, NOT TO MENTION the fact that he just said he thinks the jury will find him innocent. In another, equally bizarre scene, Welles beats a guy to a pulp on the street, then immediately runs into a nearby empty building and begins to dance with his girlfriend (of course there's no music). Umm...don't you think you should get the hell out of there, Orson? This isn't the time to dance. It's just ludicrous, like a Saturday Night Live skit. A remake should star Chevy Chase.
Sometimes the camera work is also utterly confused. A man, standing on a cliff, says, "I want to pay you to kill me," then we see the man from above, just above his head, as he turns his face to the sky and laughs, and vanishes off camera.
Well, we all thought he'd jumped off the cliff, but he hadn't. He had just walked away, abruptly, that's all. Very odd and confusing.
If you must see every Orson Welles film, then fine. But if you haven't, see everything else he made first, because this is not only the worst Welles film, but one of the worst films by anyone.