Charlton Heston, R.I.P.

Beyond the obvious joke, I should say the following about the late Mr. Heston. I saw him perform on stage twice — once in Detective Story and once in Crucifer of Blood. In the latter, he played Sherlock Holmes and did a pretty good job. Matter of fact, I was a lot more impressed with him as a stage actor than I ever was by any of his screen appearances. (In college, I wrote a review of Omega Man which said something like, "Heston plays a man in a world made barren by a nuclear holocaust. At least, that's what the characters claim. By halfway through the film, you'll be wondering if maybe it's barren because he'd devoured all the scenery.")

I never met the man but I recall seeing him one time at one of those Hollywood Collectors Shows. He had a huge line of folks waiting to purchase his autograph…a line that stretched out the door and through the parking lot and well into the next zip code. The only other person I ever saw draw a line like that at one of those shows was Don Knotts, which I guess proves the value of having a bullet in your pocket.

Anyway, Mr. Heston was enormously gracious to everyone including, while I was loitering near him, two fans who didn't really deserve any graciousness. They came one after another and they didn't seem to be connected. Luck o' the draw had just put the two biggest jerks in line together. They were so thrilled to be meeting The Great Charlton Heston that they practically slobbered all over him and peppered him with questions, the proper response to which might have been "None of your damned business." Heston endured it all, softly hinting to deaf ears that there were many others waiting and that the line had to keep moving.

Someone else had to come over and play Bad Cop, moving the first pest away, then come back and hurry the second guy on when he proved to be just as rude. When the next autograph seeker politely tried to apologize for the strangers before him, Heston brushed it aside. I didn't catch the exact words but they seemed to be something like, "No, if you go before the public, you have to expect things like that to happen." Whatever he said, it seemed to be pretty classy.