I'm sure you've heard by now that Ed Wood is the worst director in history. In a way, it is certainly true. Everything about this movie is the essence of ineptitude, from the acting to the bizarre stock footage.
But Wood's uncompromising vision shines through in every scene. Bela Lugosi's insane opening monologue, read with a background of charging buffalo, is a wonderful mini film in it's own right. From that point, the film turns into...something or other. Equal parts documentary (although filled with complete non facts) and interior drama, it peaks in a hallucinatory climax that is both silly and genuinely frightening.
Of course, Wood knew very little about directing a film. But there has never been anything like this in the history of film. Whatever you want to say about it, Glen or Glenda will still be watched years after 'quality' big budget films like Pearl Harbor and 'The Green Mile' are forgotten.
But Wood's uncompromising vision shines through in every scene. Bela Lugosi's insane opening monologue, read with a background of charging buffalo, is a wonderful mini film in it's own right. From that point, the film turns into...something or other. Equal parts documentary (although filled with complete non facts) and interior drama, it peaks in a hallucinatory climax that is both silly and genuinely frightening.
Of course, Wood knew very little about directing a film. But there has never been anything like this in the history of film. Whatever you want to say about it, Glen or Glenda will still be watched years after 'quality' big budget films like Pearl Harbor and 'The Green Mile' are forgotten.