Watched F Is For Fake. Should have been called P is for Perv. The movie lingers on a young woman's posterior and other parts for a lot longer than it needed to in order to make its point. Silly images of Picasso staring through some blinds at her could not elevate or justify it in my opinion. I could practically see Orson drooling on his black coat yelling "Change into this, sweetheart, and let's take it again" twenty-eight times.
But the line "Take this away and bring me the steak au poivre" was worth the whole thing.
Also, I know I'm late to this game, but I saw Restrepo last night and thought it was excellent.