<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, charlton heston]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, charlton heston]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/charltonheston http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/charltonheston <![CDATA[Charlton Heston Can't Take It With Him, But Man, If He Could...]]> UPDATE (11:31am): Looks like we've been pap'd! If only Ashton Kutcher could've come up with a ruse this elaborate, maybe Pop Fiction wouldn't have been unceremoniously dumped after 3 episodes. Instead, we got Audrina Patridge tattoos! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted...

When Charlton Heston left this mortal coil at the ripe old age of 83 last month, most of the obits that ran gave equal prominence to the Hollywood legend's affiliation with the NRA as they did to his status as one of cinema's most iconic actors. After all, the last time that most of us saw him on screen was his cameo appearance in Michael Moore's Bowling For Columbine, when the rotund lefty iconoclast stormed the grounds of the noted rightie's compound high in the Hollywood Hills and forced the bordering-on-senile Heston into doing one of the most painful interviews ever committed to celluloid. "I'm assuming you keep guns in the house?", Moore asked Heston. "Indeed I do," Heston replied. "Bad guys take note." And from the looks of this photo of the massive arsenal that Heston kept in his basement, the "bad guys" he was referring probably weren't of the common crook variety, but rather the size of the army that attempted to take over the state of Colorado in Red Dawn. The full-sized photo in question, after the jump.

After spending a few good minutes checking out the stash of weapons (yes, that's a flamethrower on the far right) that CH accumulated, we couldn't help but flashback to the scene in Falling Down where the protagonist D-FENS (excellently played by Michael Douglas) wanders into a gun shop owned by a rabid White Power/Nazi enthusiast. Now we're not accusing Heston of being either racist or an anti-Semite — after all, he was the first actor to shatter the taboo that humans and extraterrestrial apes couldn't french — but rather that someone who obsessed this much over weaponry that they went out and amassed a collection that included a Howitzer (!) clearly could've spent more time on an analyst's couch dealing with his issues than he apparently spent at the antique gun shop. While the fourth grader in us would've thought this collection was totally sweet, the grown-up version of us is glad that someone took the keys to this room away from Heston during his final, Alzheimer-stricken days.

And, just for posterity's sake, here's the interview between Michael Moore and Charlton Heston that we were referring to above.

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<![CDATA[Get Your Hands Off Stanley Kubrick's Prosthesis, You Damned Dirty Ape]]> A startling revelation from the '60s emerged this week when Dan Richter, who played the contemplative ape in the prologue of 2001: A Space Odyssey, acknowledged a top-level, primate-swiping security breach on Stanley Kubrick's set. It all started with the embittered recollection of losing a special 1968 Make-Up Oscar to Planet of the Apes — and then, like a slo-mo bone in the prehistoric sky, the conspiracy theories flew:

Planet of the Apes? It was so below what we were doing! Also, I'll tell you something else: We had stuff stolen. I can't say it was Planet of the Apes, but they were the only other movie shooting at the same time and same place we were. Stanley and I even had someone steal a mask and some ape hands right out from under our noses on the backlot, where someone had hid in a drainage ditch. We were in lockdown all the time.

Most whispers over the years have suspected Planet star Charlton Heston himself, whose kleptomaniacal drive for monkey superiority was one of Hollywood's best-kept secrets of the last four decades. Closure is within reach since the star's passing, however, when an autopsy revealed that the period rifle pried from his cold, dead hands was in fact lifted from the set of Kubrick's 1975 epic Barry Lyndon. We knew it! A face-to-face afterlife apology is surely forthcoming.

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<![CDATA[A Week Of False Terribles]]>
As we put this week to bed, it's time to reflect, project, deflect and genuflect on the week that was...
· Big week for Gorgeous George Clooney. His passion project, Leatherheads,
disappointed at the box office
(twice!), he was on the receiving end of a threatening phone call and his sand-loving girlfriend turned his bachelor pad into Yankee Candle outlet. Ah, who are we kidding? He can still pull digits with the best of 'em.
· Ellen Page butched it up on Leno and may (or may not!) have dissed Hanoi Jane.
· Certainly, Tom Cruise has had better weeks. MGM tried to spin Valkyrie's second release date pushback as a B.O. ploy, but we knew better.
· Artie Lange and Charlton Heston both had shitty weeks, too. Artie resigned from the Howard Stern Show and Charlton, well, he died.
· The hackiest hack that ever hacked, Uwe Boll, found himself on the wrong end of an online petition that might just end his career (fingers crossed!). Howevs, he was able to leverage the power of the internet to fight back ... twice!
· It was Musical Chairs week at Hollywood's biggest talent agencies. Bob DeNiro bolted from CAA (spurring a hilarious poison pen post from the Death Star), Nick Stevens led one of "the biggest agent migrations in years" when he bolted from UTA to Endeavor and a finch with a mean streak wreaked havoc at CAA shortly after Ashton Kutcher became the agency's newest client.
· Teri Hatcher and Clint Black learned that they're both better off sticking with their day jobs.
· After publicly (and somewhat shadily) announcing that he and his wife were victims of an alleged extortion attempt by his nanny, Rob Lowe displayed the keen ability to turn an adjective into a noun when he coined the term "false terribles."

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<![CDATA[Rob Lowe And His Vicious Laundry List Of False Terribles]]> If you're planning on going out and getting bombed tonight, it's best to do so on a full stomach. Enter Dirt Sandwich, carefully crafted by Defamer's Top Chef, Molly McAleer. Each week, she grazes through the rich pasture of tabloid television for the juiciest ingredients and then stacks them all together into an easily digestible sammy, one that's guaranteed to soak up all the booze you'll be pouring down your gullet this evening. This week's Dirt Sandwich features Robin Williams' appearance at Idol Gives Back (not showing any sign of his personal troubles!), the first interview Denise Richards has ever given in her bathroom (an E! News exclusive!), Jamie Lynn Spears' romantic birthday dinner at a Louisiana Ruby Tuesdays (say what you will, but their Double Chocolate Cake is KILLER) and, of course, Rob Lowe's allegations that his nanny was set to blackmail him with "a vicious laundry list of false terribles" (which, btw, became word of the week at Defamer HQ). Enjoy, kids ... False Terribles!

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<![CDATA[Gun Champion and Sometimes Actor Charlton Heston Dead at 83]]> Charlton Heston, whose turns in epics including The Ten Commandments and Ben-Hur reset the leading-man standard in Hollywood and who later won all of our hearts as the president of the National Rifle Association, died Saturday in Beverly Hills. He was 83. A family spokesman declined to specify a cause of death, but Heston had been suffering from "symptoms similar to those of Alzheimer's disease" since 2002.

The 1950s belonged to Heston, an Evanston, Ill., native whose early roles as historical figures like Marc Antony (Julius Caesar) and Buffalo Bill (Pony Express) presaged more massive-scale work for directors Cecil B. DemIlle (The Greatest Show on Earth, The Ten Commandments) and William Wyler, who directed Heston to an Oscar in 1959's Ben-Hur. Heston notably (if unconvincingly) portrayed a Mexican narcotics detective in Orson Welles' noir classic Touch of Evil, moving on a decade later to the campy sci-fi allegories Planet of the Apes (1968), The Omega Man (1971) and Soylent Green (1973).

Despite stirring bit turns in Wayne's World 2 and the 2001 Apes remake, Heston's stint as the president of the National Rifle Association was perhaps his defining accomplishment of the last decade; waving a musket you could "pry from my cold, dead hands," his 2000 speech to his NRA constituency provoked Michael Moore's humiliating Heston-estate visit in Bowling For Columbine, among Heston's last and least-auspicious screen appearances. We at Defamer prefer to remember the better times, which is why we bring you a trailer for one of the underrated gems in the Heston oeuvre. Rest in peace, Chuck.


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