It just plodded on, drearily and leadenly, for the full 114 minutes, like I had nothing better to do, which I didn't, but that's not the point.

Christian McKay's eerily accurate, rollicking impersonation defines a good half of the movie; it's a fireball of charisma, chutzpah, virtuosity and obstinacy.

This deceptively modest movie is smartly not a curated compilation of Wellesiana, but rather a warmly observed look at the theater and those souls who live for the arts.

This film is content with losing its purpose behind the great performance of Christian McKay, a little-known British actor who embodies Orson Welles completely.