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yakalskovich) wrote2004-10-18 11:16 pm
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Fic: Chariots (for
woelfle, whose birthday it is)
Chariots
When you are young, you like to go fast. A fast horse beneath you, and your friend at your side racing you would be all the happiness you asked of the world. Messala had missed the simplicity of such sheer, simple feeling for years now while more sophisticated joys and problems and considerations kept hold of his mind and his heart and his senses.
When you are young, you throw your body uninhibitedly at the world, jumping half the staircase at a time with enthusiasm, fighting your friend all-out amid gales of laughter, running while shouting at the top of the voice. Later, he had learned to refine his enjoyments and only smile mildly at the most excruciating pleasures imaginable.
When Messala had been young, there had been two horses drawing the chariot. It was a simple hunting chariot, designed to take you and your friend and your gear out to where the game was. It was a hunting chariot where you would stand and throw javelins at deer while your friend held on to the reins and turned the chariot nimbly with the escaping herd. As Judah's family had bred the horses, they were fast and strong, and loved their master with almost the same devotion as Messala himself.
Often, they had gone hunting, and raced the chariot through the open desert for leagues on end, for the sheer exhilaration of the speed, the thundering hooves, the huge cloud of dust they trailed, the feeling of the taut, spare body of his friend in his arms as he was holding on while they were careening wildly along dusty desert roads.
In hindsight, Messala couldn't say what had been the more perfect moment: Judah clinging to him while he raced the horses at their top speed, risking life and limb; or Judah clinging to him in the shadow of a few shrubs beside a lonely watering hole, the horses peacefully grazing nearby, oblivious of their masters' antics.
But now they were grown, chariots had teams of four horses, and they had become the tool of a hatred that Messala's frustrated desire had turned into so suddenly, so unexpectedly and painfully, the tool of Judah's revenge instead of his unthinking generosity. So they had had to have a chariot each instead of one together, which finally made for eight horses. Two horses had been love, four horses were a challenge, eight horses had proved Messala's undoing.
So now he had to hold on to reins that had no horses at all on the other end, waiting for Judah - his only real love, his nemesis, his greatest shame - to arrive, trailing death after him.
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So Vidal spoke to Stephen Boyd and asked if he'd mind playing a man in love rather than a man just in like. Boyd was eager for any subtext to his two-dimensional role, and jumped at the chance. Heston was never informed of the conversation.
If you watch the film, you can see that every time Boyd looks at Heston, he gives off the attitude of a spurned lover. Personally, I love it; it gives it more subtext and livens it up for me. But when Heston found out in the 90s, he was livid, and wrote furious letters denouncing the whole idea to various periodicals (TIME, Newsweek) and the Los Angeles Times. Readers answered by the majority: the only person who couldn't see what Boyd was up to was, apparently, Heston!
Oh, the slashfic. Beautiful!!
--Kris
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And it's in "Celluloid Closet" as well.
But I didn't know about Heston's belated denial. It rings very true, though, with the fanatical old man we meet in "Bowling for Columbine".
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I'll see what I can find on Google regarding Heston's denials. From what I've heard, he's definitely two cans shy of a sixpack, and that was before he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.
--Kris
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And Alzheimer? Tee-hee. That explains a lot. hah, I know that's rather unfait, but he comes over as a thoroughly unpleasant old man, in general.
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http://www.isebrand.beliefnet.com/page4.html
Apparently, the latest edition of The Celluloid Closet prints the public letters Vidal and Heston exchanged over Ben Hur. Vidal actually wrote a love scene between Messala and Judah and only showed it to Boyd. :D I'd kill to find a copy of that.
--Kris
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That would be a slash fic challenge for canon freaks: write a love scene for Messala and Ben Hur, in script format, that totally rings true with the movie. Actually, it would have to be what happens after they drink, when the camera just shows the crossed beams with their two javelins in - what a symbol! I actually gasped at that when I re-watched the movie just now. In fact, the crossed beams where their javelins were turn up again and in again in situations that are about their emotional connection while their love turns so very, very sour.
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Funny thing, that making-of film.
As for Heston, I always say you can hold a person's past against them even if they're nice now, so it also works the other way round. And Alzheimer and alcoholism and who knows what were between the slashiness and the horrible old man...
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That reminds me: one of my specialities is screen captures. It there's any specific scene you'd like some more caps of? I do have the DVD now.
I've got other icons too, but well...
:-D
But, as there is Gamil, shall we trade?
Re: I've got other icons too, but well...
Re: I've got other icons too, but well...
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Couldn't read earlier as I was out rehearsing all day and flatmate needed computer last night.
But wow. What a beauty. Emotional, and still artfully constructed. Thanks so much!
That thing about the horse mathematics - LOL!
And you even bought the DVD? *goes red-pink-yellow with flattery*
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*bows with a flourish worthy of Tomjon Vitoller*
And yes, I bought the DVD. Mind you, it wasn't really expensive or anything. But I thought it was worth it. One should know the canon before attempting fic any longer than a mere drabble.
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Oh, as I just followed xanath's link to the toupets: What's verisimilitude again? Except a long word?
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I think I have two interests on my list that nobody else on the whole wide LJ has - or is it three?
Verisimilitude: Wahrhafitgkeit, Wahrscheinlichkeit, Glaubwürdigkeit.
Three long words for one. This is Bargain Wednesday.
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I've always found it rather strange that nobody else likes correpetition. Okay, battle speed, that's different. ;-)
Felix Yussupov? Never heard, but sounds cool.
Ad thanks for the bargain! Funny though, the word sounds more dodgy than that.
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Where do I start to describe him? Erm, I don't, I'm afraid. I would be here till Christmas. Ask Google about him, or the Wikipedia.