“I’ve lost you, Judah”
It was a real surprise this morning to read the news of Charlton Heston’s death. I don’t mean this post to be an obituary, since Robert Berkvist has already written a fine one in the New York Times, and I am sure that others will follow in the coming days. If someone were to ask me what Heston meant to me and to Hollywood history, Berkvist has summed it quite eloquently with this statement: “Mr. Heston’s screen presence was so commanding that he was never dominated by mammoth sets, spectacular effects or throngs of spear-waving extras.”
It might surprise some to read that I — born well into the New Hollywood and the breakdown of the classic studio system — grew up admiring the actor and his many films. It must have begun when my parents planted me in front of our then giant 36″ inch television to watch Cecil B. DeMille’s The Ten Commandments in its entirety. Heston’s portrayal of Moses, from young prince to learned leader of the Israelites, was anything but static or “marble-monumental,” which were criticisms levied at the actor throughout his career. How could a young Jew, like myself, not be captivated by the force of his booming voice calling for the Pharaoh to “let my people go”?
Years later I watched William Wyler’s version of Ben-Hur for the first time and realized what presence he held on screen. David Bordwell has written an essay about the potency of actor’s eyes, and I submit that Heston’s were some of the most expressive in the studio era. There aren’t many close-ups in Ben-Hur, but when Wyler’s camera moved in tight on an actor’s face, it was usually Heston’s that captured the emotion of the scene. The intensity of the chariot race is there to see on his face, in his determined grimace that expresses a unique blend of confidence and vulnerability. Berkvist is right when he says that Heston was never upstaged, not even by a crowd of thousands or a set larger than a baseball field. When Judah finally collapses at the end of the film in the arms of his mother and sister, the weight of losing his family has been lifted, and it’s all there on screen, in Heston’s eyes and on his face. The role of Judah Ben-Hur won him his only Oscar.
Heston became adept at playing larger than life figures like Michelangelo in The Agony and the Ecstacy (1965), a highly under-rated film, and Marc Antony in Julius Caesar (1970). But as I was discovering the nuances of 1970s conspiracy thrillers (The Parallax View; All the President’s Men), I quickly grew enamored with a trilogy of decidedly counter-culture films that starred the very mainstream actor. Beginning with 1968’s Planet of the Apes, Heston seemed to embody the changing notion of the American screen hero. That film’s social comment on race and civil rights is still relevant today, and his performance is vastly under-appreciated. The “damn, dirty ape” line might get the most attention, but for me his advice to a teenage chimp is the more memorable one: “Don’t trust anyone over thirty.”
The film basically positions his character, Commander George Taylor, as the embodiment of the establishment who opens his mind when he sees the brutality and callousness of the ape race. In this way, Heston was very much at the border of this moment in film heroism. He was too tall, too masculine to embody the anti-hero status bestowed upon other contemporaries like Donald Sutherland and Dustin Hoffman. But beneath that surface was just such an anti-hero persona. For further proof of this, check out Major Dundee.
In The Omega Man (1970) and then Soylent Green (1973), Heston continued to portray morally conflicted characters facing a global social crisis. His characters in all three of these science-fiction films were sensitive souls with an inner individualism that sought justice for those who had been wronged. This is the probably the one quality that set Heston apart from most of his peers. He was capable of playing a damaged hero with the deck stacked against him. He didn’t need to act the part of a leading man; that part seemed to come naturally. The vulnerable nature of many of his characters — from Moses to Detective Robert Thorn in Soylent Green — represented his real talent as a leading man.
Nowhere was this vulnerability more evident and callously paraded as in Michael Moore’s Bowling for Columbine. Though I hasten to level any criticism at Moore or his crew, I will never forget the way in which Moore manipulated and cajoled an obviously ailing Heston to make a dubious point about gun control.
Though he is now more famous for uttering some of greatest one-liners in Hollywood history, Charlton Heston was a cinema giant. He parted the Red Sea. What more can you ask for?