From 1983 until just before his death, in 1985, at the age of seventy, Orson Welles met his friend, the director Henry Jaglom, for lunch nearly every week at the Hollywood restaurant Ma Maison. Welles was then in poor health and dire straits. He hadn’t completed a dramatic feature since “Chimes at Midnight,” in 1966. His essay-film “F for Fake,” an ironic self-portrait, from 1973, had failed commercially, and he was struggling—with the help of Jaglom, who was serving as a sort of agent—to find funding for films and, for that matter, to make a living.
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