Of course, there's an irony to this, since most of us remember Charlton Heston's performance rather than those non-roles of countless anonymous figures over his shoulder. In an essay on Heston in the Cahiers du Cinema, Michel Mourlet declares, "Charlton Heston is an axiom. He constitutes a tragedy in himself, his presence in any film being enough to instill beauty." According to Mourlet, Heston is a self-sufficient mechanism. But if Ben-Hur lacked extras, wouldn't it be indistinguishable from Omega Man ? If Heston is an axiom, what kind of mathematical function is the extra? (See the next post about my answer to this).
The conflict between worshipping the celebrity and overlooking the extra is played out in a small room off of the Wallace study containing wardrobe from the 1925 and 1959 versions of Ben-Hur. Under a Roman soldier's helmet from the Wyler film, and next to a box of Ben Hur cigars and empty Ben-Hur Cologne bottles (in case you want to smell like the film) rests an information card:
(All exhibit photos by Stephanie Cain, Visitor Services at the Lew Wallace Study&Museum) |
How does the exhibit present the two pieces of wardrobe differently? The information card mentions that the wristband was "worn" by Francis X. Bushman (Messala); the soldier's costume and sword, belonging to the no-name extra, are "from the 1959 movie." Implicitly, the wristband belongs to the celebrity, whereas the soldier's uniform belongs...to the movie. The first was worn by a man whose middle name began with X. The second belongs to nobody, an X (the X-tra, who belongs to the film). The information card says the wristband was "worn" but the extra's sword was "used." How was it used in the film? Was it used the way the empty bottles of Ben-Hur cologne were used? Obviously, this sword chopped no heads, but the point is that the extra's gear is consigned to a status of utility, whereas the co-star's wristband achieves the status of possession or expression.
Elevated on a glass platform, the wristband is displayed as if it were an historical relic. The still from the film shows Mr. Bushman's wardrobe in action:
Still from Fred Niblo's 1925 Ben-Hur: Bushman on left wearing wristband |
"Francis X. Bushman's wristband" |
The display of the soldier's uniform in fact comes closer to visualizing how it actually appeared in the movie. This is because the extra of Ben-Hur is only the fulfillment of his wardrobe, a living mannequin for the army gear of antiquity. The background characters are there only to display the work of the wardrobe department. Unlike the stars of the film, they can never appear even semi-naked. Heston's privilege as celebrity is to go draped, to be stripped down as a galley slave, and end up wearing the garments of a charioteer. The extras are condemned to their threads, like prisoners to their uniforms.
The display of the sandals drove this point home to me:
As with the paper that we find in newly purchased shoes, a crumpled sheet has been stuffed into the sandals to keep their shape. In some ways I see this crumpled linen as a stand-in for what the extra is: he is there to give form to the figments of the wardrobe department. He keeps their shape instead of being given form by his fashion (as in the case of "Francis X. Bushman's wristband"). The extra is living stuffing, living sheet. Celebrities are allowed to bear their bodies and in the process become ghosts, immortal spectres. The extra, on the other hand, only becomes an imitation ghost, a man-sheet, one crafted by the costume department. But as anyone who has needed a makeshift screen for a home movie knows, the sheet is the best surface on which to project.
In downtown Crawfordsville there is a late 19th century building slated for destruction. It once housed the Ben-Hur Life Insurance Company and still bears its logo: a relief of a chariot race.
As I left the town I whether the wristband or the soldier's uniform had instilled a greater sense in me of the Ben-Hur Life. The logo of Wyler's film is the same as the one for the Insurance Company building slated for destruction: in our memories it has imprinted the image of a the star wrestling with his horses and against his opponents in a death-defying chariot race (an insurance salesman's greatest dream and greatest nightmare.) But the extras, the indistinguished funereal slate, are the surface on which that celebrity is written. It is they who encircle the figure, support the action, and catch the light, even off the street in Crawfordsville.