Charlton Heston harboured serious doubts. The day, like many on the overrunning shoot now thankfully close to wrapping, had not been going well. His director, Franklin J. Schaffner, had ordered the construction of the Statue Of Liberty’s head and torch, at half-scale, on Point Dume at the end of California’s isolated, cliff-sheltered Zuma Beach. But today, on August 3, 1967, thick fog had scuppered any chance of a prompt start to shooting the statue’s shocking reveal, and once the mist had finally dispersed it unveiled a busy shipping channel, crowded with hulking, shot-ruining freighters. Time hadn’t eased Heston’s concerns. When they eventually rolled, he still wasn’t convinced.
Having stumbled upon this shattered, forlorn and rusting monument, his character, Taylor, is bludgeoned by the horrifying realisation that the “upside down civilisation”…
