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Yes, I ramble anew, for we were drunk as skunks via the fifth of Korbel I carried in my overcoat and screaming commentary along w/Orson’s jump cut dialog. (Jim, Did you leave the theater? Did we finally get 86'd by the ushers? Were you even there?) Wells himself, always the master charlatan, directs his beautifully exotic lover/accomplice Oja Kodar throughout multiple scenes, naked or otherwise, in a manor more indicative of Bob Guccione (soft porn publisher and master charlatan in his own right). At this point, I’m sure you’re wondering how w/brandied brain and mid-life memories blackouts, I might recall any of this. Silly I know, but, truth is, the wonders of technology brought this film and all its glory and neatly annotated w/the baggage of Galligan and I (and maybe Sande) sealed between bytes into my home just last night. But how could I have failed, at the time, to see that this esoteric bit of Wells chicanery had become Galligan’s operating manual for the spaceship J.A.N.. Sure, I knew of the Kenosha connection but thought no more of it than his connection to Al Molinaro. All that business about magic should have tipped me off. Has Galligan become my (our) Clifford Irving?