That Welles guy and I

Just flashed on a memory. There was a great movie out a few years ago called, "Me and Orson Welles" about an intern who got involved with Welles and the Mercury Theatre Group. It was set in 1937 during their groundbreaking New York stage adaptation production of William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.

The movie is great but the idiot at my local multiplex had mis-marked the marque over the theatre door.

It said, "Me and Olson Welles."

Kids these days, I swear. Is there any hope for the future.

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