
2018 is something of a watershed year for Orson Welles, as most all of the facets of his work have been thrown in relief.
As a writer, the typed manuscript to the English version of his novel VIP has been rediscovered: it was misfiled as a 'film treatment' in the Turin film Museo Nationale del Cinema. The misfile is understandable, since what the book actually is (a novel? a novelization? a treatement?) remains an open question. Maurice Bessy's 1953 French translation is presented as just that: a direct translation of Welles' original text.
While following up on the find by the museum's curators, Matthew Asprey Gear, the scholar who found the novel, also dug up a number of other goodies: an incomplete play, two finished scripts to films that were never produced as well as subsequent drafts to the film Treasure Island. Matthew Gear reported his findings for both VIP and the screenplays on the wellesnet website. As with much of Welles' work, who actually holds the rights to these manuscripts is uncertain, so it will take a while before they see the light of day.
As an artist, Welles is the subject of a documentary directed by Marc Cousins and executive-produced by Michael Moore, The Eyes of Orson Welles. The distributor's official trailer
offers a tantalizing glimpse of Welles' work as painter, graphic
artist and set designer. The film was also the impetus for a
retrospective of his works at the Summerhall Gallery in Scotland.

People tend to ask out loud if this is the film Welles would have wanted to see, but considering that he has been dead for over thirty years (and is probably beyond caring), the question is somewhat moot. What is interesting is that everyone involved at least tried to respect Welles' project, which is saying that this is more of a Welles film than are The Magnificent Ambersons or The Lady from Shanghai, for example. The first was trashed by a bunch of vindicative baboons while the second was seriously (albeit intellegently) rethought by Harry Cohn at Columbia. Yet no one would question Welles' guiding personality over those two pictures.
Whether these new arrivals are worthwhile or not is another question. Marc Cousin's film has yet to be released in France, and it will take a while for the manuscripts to be published (if ever). But Welles still seems to have quite a future ahead of him. There are, after all, at least four films that are close enough to completion to be released as features. The only aspect of his career which wasn't highlighted this year was his work in radio.