Salvador Dali: A Soft Self-Portrait

What we have here is double dreck. First, there is Dali himself, an admirable painter, but also a consummate, egomania cal bore. (Typical sequence: Dali busting out of a man made egg to re-enact the trauma of his "divine" birth, complete with poured pails of red paint (blood) and milk. Uh, like, give us a break, right ?). To add insult to injury, this mess is narrated by the late, great Orson Welles--whose career over the last thirty years of his life...wasn't. Dali's English is barely understandable (this doesn't hurt the program though in the least, since Dali can apparently only speak with his hands and a paintbrush). More paintings and less 'inspired' commentary would have made this a much more palatable program. Or, if dreck was the point, why not truly interesting dreck, like Andy Warhol. Not recommended.