F for Fake

Year: 1973 (France)
Genre: Documentary/Experimental Movie
Directed: Orson Welles
Stars: Orson Welles, Elmyr de Hory, Clifford Irving, Oja Kodar, Nina van Pallandt, Laurence Harvey, Peter Bogdanovich
Production: Janus Film


What is art? What appeals to our senses and informs our worldview? What doesn’t? What is considered forgery and how does that relate to artistry? Is there a link and if so, which is more legitimate? These questions and more are what Orson Welles attempts to illuminate in his irrevocable final finished film F for Fake (1973). It’s a movie without equal and goes right into the heart and soul of the self-described charlatan of the stage and screen.

This film is not a story, nor is it a documentary; it is an essay film, considered the first of its kind. F for Fake is a supposedly true film about falsity that examines the value of forgery to find deeper artistic meanings. It begins with Welles arriving at a train station doing magic tricks for kids, attention drawn on actress Oja Kodar. He makes a promise to the audience, “For the next hour, everything you hear from us is really true and based on solid fact.”

For my next trick, I'm going to make this pencil disappear

F for Fake is part autobiography of iconoclast Orson Welles who made a name for himself directing, producing and acting in “The Best Movie Ever Made,” Citizen Kane (1941) (perhaps you’ve heard of it). Yet the film also encapsulates the life’s work of Elmyr de Hory, arguably the most infamous art forger to ever live. Over his 71-year lifespan, de Hory had sold over a thousand forgeries to art galleries all around the world. His exploits are chronicled not only in F for Fake but the book Fake by Clifford Irving. As if things weren’t strewn enough, the film also expands on Irving who served a prison sentence for attempting to publish an unauthorized “official” biography on billionaire recluse Howard Hughes.

Hughes and Pablo Picasso are also in the mix but the film avoids clutter by throwing away a linear narrative in favor of stream of consciousness rumination. The editing jumps playfully from subject to subject while Welles makes the occasional on camera remark. He toys with the presumption of reality and scoffs at the pomposity of words like “art” and “experts”. His main subject de Hory shares Welles desire to pull the wall over people’s eyes and show that the emperor has no clothes but does so while asserting he had never had the passion to become a true artist. His exchanges with Welles and Irving remind me of the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988) when Michael Caine’s character admits, “As a younger man I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn’t very good…I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent.”

I'm having a hard time grasping this film

Yet all the people exposed in F for Fake do have enormous talent even if that talent is limited to creating fakes and forgeries. de Hory paints a Picasso within minutes then signs it with Welles’s signature. Welles produced the “War of the Worlds” radio broadcast which caused a public panic and Irving produced fake letters and recorded hours of fake “interviews” with Howard Hughes. Did they do these things for recognition? Perhaps cash; de Hory does explain he got more money from fakes than his own original works. Likewise Orson Welles explains that the first time he joined a travelling theater show professionally he pretended to be a huge Broadway star to make it in.

F for Fake is Welles’s “Finnegans Wake” and I dare not try to analyze it anymore. I leave you with a quote from the film that I think captures the point of the film succinctly: “Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.”

Final Grade: B+