George C Scott would have been ninety a couple of weeks back, and, distracted by Harvey Weinstein or some such, I neglected to mark the occasion. I regret that he's not around, because he would have made a great screen geezer. Instead, he barely eked out his three score and ten. I saw him on stage not long before he died, in 1995 on Broadway in Inherit the Wind, and I count myself lucky. He spent the first part of the run fighting off the flu, the second part fighting off a $3.1 million sexual harassment suit from his 26-year...