User blog:WaglingtonŒ/Remembering Christopher Lee

Just a matter of minutes ago, I awoke and was almost instantly struck with a wave of dismay. I had found that Sir Christopher Lee, incomparably magnificent actor, singer, author, knight bachelor, servant of his country, descendant of Charlemagne, and above all a throroughly decent man had passed away.

It is difficult for me to even find the words to describe the impact Lee has had on me, both as a young, ignorant boy, and an angst fild teenager with little direction. However, even before my time - any of our times - Lee captured the imagintions of countless people decades ago; men, women, and children aged 10 to 110 were both in awe and amazement at Lee's performances as various embodiments of horror.



He also cemented himself as one of the greatest Bond villains to ever appear, playing the role of Francisco Scaramanga, a deadly assassin in The Man With the Golden Gun. Then, years later, he finally caught up with us youngsters and wormed his way into the Lord of the Rings films, appearing as a great wizard Saruman. Only a matter of a year later, he appeared once again in the Star Wars prequel trilogy as the great and terrible Count Dooku of the Separatists, living a double life of Darth Tyranus of the Sith Order.



But Lee was more than just an actor. He was a great man and the newest installment within a grand bloodline. For these reasons and more, Christopher Lee was a hero to me and thousands of others from childhood and beyond. He is a man who will live forever, and one whose death should not be mourned for: instead his life should be celebrated for its magnificence. I will not look back in anger.



Rest in peace, Christopher Lee.