To say that Orson Wells film from 1973 defies convention is too simple of a statement.  The first 3 minutes of this film are a wash in level upon level of sophisticated control of the audience.  He begins with an understanding of the trust we place in the moving image, in the artifice of documentary, in even his own voice. Within the 3 minutes he reminds us of the trust by being “honest” by confiding in the audience about the goals of the film. By showing us fakery and setting himself up as the safe, trusting persona of the film. His voice says to the young boy “Raise your arm 10 feet above your head” The boy raises his arm. Obviously NOT ten feet above his head. We know the boy cannot do this, Orson knows we know. We understand that he is sharing an exaggeration with the child, a witticism with the audience and above all, a use of exaggeration or lie to convey humor. we accept it, we are inside the joke with Orson and the boy.  We trust him because he is sharing and confiding and honoring us by letting us be in on the moment.  This small touch echoes throughout the film.  He builds layer upon layer of deception, trust, a meta relationship with the audience.

Like pornography, we forget that someone is filming this.  Someone is behind the camera, the sound the music the moments are all contrived.  They have been edited to make us see certain events in a order to manipulate us.

There is no other master magition on earth who ever was as good at this as Orson Wells. Looking at the first three minutes of this film is tantamount to an education in visual studies.