There’s so much grime, filth and general sleaze in Lee Daniels’ swamp noir, that when the credits finally roll, you might need a shower

Christian McKay, left, as a young Orson Welles, upstages dreamboat movie star Zac Efron. Not long before seeing Me and Orson Welles, I had re-watched Welles’ exceptional film essay and final completed feature, 1974’s F for Fake, in which the director appears onscreen and on the soundtrack throughout the film. So as Richard Linklater’s new film began, Welles’ rich baritone, distinctive accent, and intense yet mischievous eyes were still lingering in my head. It…