~ by Hénock Gugsa ~ =================================
He was a good actor, although he was never ever comfortable in his own skin. It always seemed that he was putting a lot of effort into his acting. He was not a natural actor like Spencer Tracy or an interesting one like Humphrey Bogart.
Interestingly, in this live interview, Mr. Heston was quite relaxed and quite engaging ... and that is a rare thing. He is even smiling and laughing unreservedly and that was amazing !
I think the period of the late 50's thru the early 70's were good years for him because he made several really good movies that had variety and depth.
After that period, however, I think he got more hard-edged in his political views, he became especially more pompous and uninteresting. It all just goes to show that actors shouldn't be so full of themselves.
Renée Mauperin ["The Morning Kiss" ... an extract] ~ by Edmond and Julesde Goncourt ~
" Well!" exclaimed Renée, entering the dining-room at eleven o'clock, breathless like a child who had been running, " I thought every one would be down. Where is mamma?"
" Gone to Paris --- shopping," answereed M. Mauperin.
" Oh! --- and where's Denoisel?"
" He's gone to see the man with the sloping ground, who must have kept him to luncheon. We'll begin luncheon."
" Good-morning, papa!" And instead of taking her seat Renée went across to her father and putting her arms round his neck began to kiss him.
" There, there, that's enough --- you silly child!" said M. Mauperin, soiling as he endeavored to free himself.
" Let me kiss you tong-fashion --- there --- like that," and she pinched his cheeks and kissed him again.
" What a child you are, to be sure."
" Now look at me. I want to see whether you care for me."
Down by the Salley Gardens ========================
A melancholic Irish love song
based on a poem by W B Yeats ===>
[sung by Kathleen Ferrier]
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.