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      <title>Chimes at Midnight (1965) - ★★★★★</title>
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      <published>2026-02-04T02:02:25Z</published>
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      <author><name>Natalie Weizenbaum</name><uri>https://letterboxd.com/nex3/</uri></author><category term="one of those films where I ended up talking myself into the higher rating while writing the review" label="one of those films where I ended up talking myself into the higher rating while writing the review"/><category term="nat reviews" label="nat reviews"/><category term="chimes at midnight" label="chimes at midnight"/><category term="repost" label="repost" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  Welles&#39;s absolute, undeniable stage presence is on full display. He makes
  himself huge physically, visually, and emotionally, and then spends the
  entire film toppling himself, playing both roles of Jack and the giant. This
  is a film about a man full of bluster and bonhomie who, despite being
  superficially well-liked by all around him, continually pushes their
  tolerance to the breaking point, needling them, sapping their patience and
  their wallets even as he makes them laugh uproariously. Falstaff is good
  friends with all who meet him but never quite truly beloved by any, and when
  he finally acts upon presumption of that love he is utterly destroyed.
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  Knowing that Welles identified so personally with Falstaff, went to such
  great lengths to make this film happen, and even said that this role was his
  life&#39;s work makes its function as self-critique to the point of
  self-destruction all the more pointed. Fallstaff lies baldly and constantly,
  and we know from F for Fake that Welles saw his own role as a liar and
  charlatan; this film suggests that as much as those lies were an intrinsic
  part of himself, they were also a source of grief. Orson Welles, a man who
  always presented himself as larger than life, in this film where he is at
  his largest is also at his most exposed, raw, and vulnerable.
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