This was a pretty fascinating artefact and shows how, even at the end of his career when New Hollywood directors had taken over the scene, Welles still stayed ahead of the curve (even if it doesn't quite approach the greatness of Welles' other mockumentary F for Fake). It definitely helps to know a bit about Welles as this is basically a satire of his own life, his megalomania, his entourage and his well-known reputation for misogyny. John Huston is brilliant as the Welles surrogate character, seemingly still in character from his role in 'Chinatown'. Oja Kodar (Welles' real life girlfriend) spends most of the movie naked as the star of the film-within-the-film, 'The Other Side of the Wind', a vacuous attempt by an aging director to inhabit the arthouse territory of Antonioni or Wenders. It doesn't feel like Welles pulls any punches in his self-critique. Even the well-known feud between Welles and critic Pauline Kael is woven into the story, in a way that's not unflattering to the Kael character. It's pretty ballsy film-making.