“Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent.” ~ Lord Summerisle, The Wicker Man
Mr. Christopher Lee passed in the hospital, of respiratory problems. He was 93.
I’ve known who he was since I was 5. I’ve never met him, never wrote him a fan letter or anything, but he was as constant and dominant on the cinematic landscape as a distant mountain range- and just as majestic.
He was Dracula, he was Francisco Scaramanga, he was Saruman, he was Count Dooku, he was Henry Baskerville and several hundred other roles. He was the world’s tallest leading actor, and a direct descendant of Charlemagne. He was with British Intelligence during World War 2, a personal friend of J.R.R. Tolkien, and sang in a heavy metal band.
And now he is no more.
