My favorite sci-fi movies deal with post-apocalyptic themes, like Blade Runner, Escape From New York, The Road Warrior and, the granddaddy of them all: Planet of the Apes (No, not that shitty Tim Burton version with Marky Mark. The original 1968 version.) and it's 1970 sequel, Beneath the Planet of the Apes.
So it is with great sadness that we at FN say a fond adieu to the great Charlton Heston. Sure, to most he'll forever be Moses or Ben-Hur or that really old guy that liked guns and hated the gays and rapper Ice-T. But he'll always be Taylor to me. Taylor befriended the benevolent apes who sought truth and freedom and fought the oppressive apes with their old way of thinking and their stringent rules on ignoring the past, all the while scoring a pretty hot piece of ass. The last woman alive and she's hot and mute!? Shee-it!! I can't wait for the future!
Taylor was a badass. And so was Heston.
God Speed, Taylor.
