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His observation reminds me of a conversation I was in a long time ago with some fierce litterateurs who argued Hemingway didn’t matter anymore, though, as someone eventually pointed out, it was Hemingway they’d spent the last 40 minutes rejecting.
Over at the Tribune, film critic Michael Phillips wrote a eulogy that described Heston as “an emissary from an earlier era, a rock-solid throwback in his declamatory approach to acting, standing up to external circumstances of biblical proportion.” Meanwhile, Manohla Dargis went a little ape in the New York Times, callling Heston “one of the last American movie stars” and someone Orson Welles directed “brilliantly” in Touch of Evil, “making particularly memorable use of the actor’s physicality, his big, rangy body and the hard, clean right angles of his face.” Steinberg should note that talent had nothing to do with it.
