Orson Welles, as this New Yorker article explains, had a series of lunches with director Henry Jaglom that were recorded for posterity. Transcripts of those lunch discussions have now been released as a book.
Robert Anton Wilson loved Welles work, particularly "F Is For Fake." Excerpt from the New Yorker article, Welles talking about "F Is For Fake":
The tragedy of my life is that I can’t get the Americans to like it…. Anyway, I think, “F for Fake” is the only really original movie I’ve made since “Kane.” You see, everything else is only carrying movies a little further along the same path. I believe that the movies—I’ll say a terrible thing—have never gone beyond “Kane.” That doesn’t mean that there haven’t been good movies, or great movies. But everything has been done now in movies, to the point of fatigue. You can do it better, but it’s always gonna be the same grammar, you know? Every artistic form—the blank-verse drama, the Greek plays, the novel—has only so many possibilities and only so long a life. And I have a feeling that in movies, until we break completely, we are only increasing the library of good works. I know that as a director of movie actors in front of the camera, I have nowhere to move forward. I can only make another good work.
And here is a transcript of one of the conversations. Very gossipy. Excerpt:
Richard Burton comes to the table.
Richard Burton: Orson, how good to see you. It’s been too long. You’re looking fine. Elizabeth is with me. She so much wants to meet you. Can I bring her over to your table?
O.W.: No. As you can see, I’m in the middle of my lunch. I’ll stop by on my way out.
H.J.: Orson, you’re behaving like an asshole. That was so rude.
I also liked the conspiracy theory Welles offered about Carole Lombard's plane being shot down by Nazi agents.
(Hat tip: Eric Wagner, first article, and Jesse Walker, I think, second).