Welles Week: Drunk

You don't get that size as a drunk, unless you're a total lush. Welles, most certainly was, a lush.

Here now are some Drunk gems:

It's an odd, awful and un-needed argument, but where are the talented drug-users these days? Yes, they all died sadly, but where are the Hustons, Cassavettes, Bukowskis and Reeds? Earlier today I saw a doc on the making of "Natural Born Killers" where Oliver Stone brags about his shroom consumption and damn the torpedo attitude. It got me wondering about drug use and art these days. I'm not saying it makes work better necessarily, but, interesting and unique, it does.

Also, imagine what Robert Altman's work would have been like, had he not spent every day on rye and mash.

I don't know. Maybe I should take up oxicontin? I spell that right?

Welles was a fish, but a talented, worthwhile one. Even if he was a pain in the ass to deal with. His final years may seem tragic nowadays, but it seems standard for the period, and only enabling of his talents more so.