In Memoriam

Jack Wild

Everyone once in a while, something makes me realize how very grateful I am to have grown up in the 1970s. People who were adults during that period may remember it as a hellish time of political scandal, long gas lines, runaway inflation, and impractically wide lapels — I believe Jimmy Carter described all of the above as “malaise,” which sums up the historical circumstances of that decade about as well as any other single word — but it was a great time to be a kid. It was before everyone got so paranoid, before anyone coined the term “play date,” before you had to armor up just to go ride your bike. We had real sugar in our Coke, Slurpees came in flavors that weren’t made by Coke, and candy cigarettes were actually called candy cigarettes and not candy sticks or whatever they’re called these days (can you even still get those things?). And to top it off, we had the live-action kid-vid television shows of Sid and Marty Krofft.

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William Hootkins, Too?

Ah, man, it just keeps getting worse. I was following some links related to Phil Brown’s death and stumbled across a little blurb that mentioned that William Hootkins — a.k.a. Red Six, a.k.a. Porkins, a.k.a., “the fat X-wing pilot” in the original Star Wars — died way back in October of last year. Another cancer victim, he was 58. At this point, I’m wondering how many cast members from the original trilogy are gone. I know Shelagh Fraser (Aunt Beru) passed on awhile ago, and of course Peter Cushing (Grand Moff Tarkin) and Sir Alec Guiness (the original Obi-Wan, a.k.a. “Old Ben,” Kenobi) have both been gone for several years. I may have to do some research on this subject…

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Andreas Katsulas

Well, this is a bummer: Peter David is reporting that Andreas Katsulas has died of cancer at the age of 59. Katsulas is one of those terrific character actors whose name you probably don’t know, but whose face ought to be instantly familiar. He’s done dozens of film and TV roles over the years, usually playing a heavy of some kind. Genre fans will remember him as Ambassador G’Kar on the cult-fave series Babylon 5, as well as the recurring character of Romulan Commander Tomalak on Star Trek: The Next Generation, while more mainstream movie-goers know him as the dastardly One-Armed Man in the Harrison Ford version of The Fugitive.

I wasn’t a regular viewer of B5, but I caught it frequently enough to be impressed by Katsulas’ talent. The character he played was a reptilian alien, requiring him to all but bury his distinctive features under make-up appliances, but his great power as an actor shone through all the latex, making G’Kar, curiously, one of the most sympathetic and emotional characters on the series. The character was tragic, filled with frustration and rage at the fate of his species but essentially noble and haunted by the things circumstance forced him to do. Katsulas was utterly convincing in the part, and that’s saying something; not many actors are that good in extensive make-up, and most aren’t any good at all.

I haven’t found much in the way of official obituaries for him, but his B5 co-star Bill Mumy has a brief, fond note on his website, and Peter David’s wife Kathleen tells a heartwarming tale that I think explains what kind of man he must’ve been as well as anything could.

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Misc. Trek-related Items

Like I said yesterday, I’ve got a whole mess of topics I’ve wanted to write about but haven’t gotten around to because of various distractions (like work — curse the necessity of having a job, anyhow!) Unfortunately, some of these things are pretty old news by now.

For instance, you’ve probably already heard that George Takei, the actor who played Sulu on the original Star Trek, is gay. I don’t have much to say about that, except that it certainly does explain a few things.

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Wax Off

By now, I’m sure everybody has probably heard about the death of actor Pat Morita over Thanksgiving weekend. The standard obits all highlight his role as the noble sensei Mr. Miyagi in The Karate Kid, which I guess is appropriate since that film was such a huge pop-cultural landmark, especially for anyone who came of age during the ’80s. (Come on, admit it: all of us ’80s-kids experimented with Daniel-san‘s flying crane kick, didn’t we? Or at least fanatasized about using it against those jerks who mocked us in gym class. Or am I revealing way too much about my own pathetic history?)

Oddly enough, however, the roles that come to my mind when I think of Morita are all smaller and more obscure.

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A Movie Producer, Slasher Flicks, and a Good Friendship

The news is over a week old now, but I’d still like to acknowledge the recent death of Moustapha Akkad. He was the producer of the Halloween movies, the man who made certain that “the boogeyman,” Michael Myers, kept coming back time and time again, long after the character’s creator had moved on to other projects and the series itself had become something of a joke. Some would say that’s nothing worthy of commemorating — heaven knows I’ve done plenty of my own grumbling about endless strings of sequels that diminish the strengths and reputations of their original films with each new entry in the series — but if it wasn’t for Akkad’s periodic trips back to Myers’ well, I very possibly would not have met one of my best friends.

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True Heroism

The death of Rosa Parks is already old news at this point. A week in today’s 24-hour journalistic environment may as well be six months, and I’ve probably let the iron grow cold when it comes to writing this entry. Even so, I’d still like to say a few words about the passing of this remarkable woman.

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