Gore Vidal's Defense of Ben-Hur's Gay Subtext

To: Anne Stockwell
From: G. Vidal
Date: May 9, 1996

I think we must all be charitable when it comes to Charleton Heston, whose career peaked with the film Ben-Hur, kitsch which has, as kitsch will, become camp. Happily, he has other strings to his balsa-wood bow: spokesperson for the National Review, and, as if that were not glory enough, proud trumpet for the National Rifle Association. Over the years I have told the funny story of how I wrote a love scene for Ben-Hur and Messala [played by Stephen Boyd] and how only the actor playing Messala was told what the scene was about because, according to director [William] Wyler, "Chuck will fall apart." In numerous accounts of his own marvelously dull life, Chuck has told us about his triumph as Ben-Hur. With each version, he adds, alas, new lies (proximity to the National Review's editor can put anyone's veracity at risk).

The facts: Ben-Hur was the third picture in a row that I, as a contract writer at MGM, wrote for producer Sam Zimbalist (the others, The Catered Affair, and I Accuse). I arrived on the same plane with Zimbalist and Wyler not for a "trial run" but as the writer. Since I could only stay for a couple of months, Christopher Fry ... was on hand to replace me when my work was done.

Zimbalist died in the middle of the picture, and so the credits were totally confused and neither Fry nor I was credited with our work, which was the entire script of which the first two-thirds was mine. Now my weeks in Rome (described in Palimpsest) becomes four days, according to Chuck. This is very bold. But then in my memoir, I did describe how no one at MGM wanted him for the film and only after [Paul] Newman and [Rock] Hudson were unavailable did Zimbalist, glumly, accept Heston. Over the years, his "obsession," to use his words, has gotten out of control. I always told Wyler (who didn't want to believe, later, what we had indeed done in the famous "love" scene) "Let's watch the film together. Watch what Boyd is doing." Wyler, a friend, would never watch with me. But the reviewers in the N.Y. Times and the L.A. Times [who reviewed] The Celluloid Closet watched and saw very clearly what I had done, and said so, contradicting the gregarious Chuck. Incidentally, one of the producers of The Celluloid Closet told me that they got a powerful message from homophobe Heston to the effect that a character he had also "acted" on the screen, Michelangelo, was in no way homosexual. But what is one to do with an old actor who, when he works, often wears two toupees, one on top of the other in the interest of verisimilitude? Long ago, in a play called Design for a Stained Glass Window, he gazed upon ... yes, Dorothy and Toto and the Yellow Brick Road ... but now I grew as garrulous as he.