Add to this the incoherence of the speech they gave to John Quincy Adams, and this film is not only a tapestry of unnecessary lies that benefit only the current ruling elite, but also a boring film. How you can get from the exciting, moving true story to this stupid, boring, dishonest film and still be considered the genius of American filmmaking is beyond me. The ultimate vanity project, designed, not to move or thrill anyone, but to impress people with how intelligent and arty Orson Welles was. Once again proving that the director who casts himself proves himself unfit to direct the film. Oh, and Rosebud is not only the name of the sled, but also the traditional Middle English slang for the female pudenda.
Every actual religion depicted is shown as being a breeding ground for fanatics and fools.
In fact it's a paean to atheism and a savage attack on religion. But no, she has to effectively deny her own testimony, and join in the lies of those trying to suppress it. Leaving us with exactly nothing. Based on Jane Austen's most difficult novel, this movie makes the unforgivable mistake of not understanding the story. Gwyneth Paltrow didn't understand her character, and the director didn't understand anything.