I don’t get excited about celebrity gossip. I couldn’t care less about Britney Spears or Angelina Jolie or Beyonce, all of whom have been mentioned in the news recently. But I am sad to hear that Charlton Heston died Saturday.
As a child, I remember watching him in Planet of the Apes. How I loved that movie! It had such amazing moments, like the first time Heston’s character spoke to the apes—“Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!” And when he saw the ruins of the Statue of Liberty and realized he was on the Earth of the future—“You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!”
As a young adult, I discovered Ben-Hur, a classic movie with a great story, beautiful sets and brilliant music, not to mention lepers. The chariot race is one of the best scenes in filmmaking history. Heston kicked some serious Roman ass!
Just a few years ago, I saw him in Bowling for Columbine, and while I agree with Moore about the politics of the NRA, to ambush the old man in his own home was cruel, and I give Heston points for handling the situation with as much dignity as was possible under the circumstances.
Who the celebrities are and what they do is mostly irrelevant to me, but because of these memorable films, Charlton Heston has always been a part of my life and always will be. He will be remembered.