When Orson Welles finally left the studio system, he left (or was pushed) with a splash. Touch of Evil (1958) is the beautifully directed but kind of nonsensical story of a brown-daubed Charlton Heston and a padded Orson Welles in a tale of murder, sleaze and corruption on the Mexican-American border. Among its many charms is a truly gonzo performance from Dennis Weaver as a night desk clerk. Listen below or find us on your podmasher of choice!