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Harry remembers David Carradine...
Hey folks, Harry here... What an incredibly bad news day. I've had the good fortune to meet David Carradine on many occassions. The first time was a casual encounter at the Driskill Hotel Bar where we were both drinking and shared a bit of small talk. At the time, it had been a while since David had made a significant cultural impact, but as a boy that grew up watching KUNG FU, DEATH RACE 2000, CIRCLE OF IRON, CANNONBALL, DEATHSPORT, Q and one of my all time favorite films, THE LONG RIDERS - where his Cole Younger burned its way into my memory forever. What an awesome badass!
Then at QT5 - on KUNG FU night Quentin Tarantino surprised everyone by not only bringing David Carradine in, but dividing up each movie with an episode of David's KUNG FU which they would then talk about! This David was absolutely electric to see in person. Dynamic, fun... and Quentin had handed me the script to KILL BILL two nights prior - and about halfway through the night I cornered Quentin and told him about 35 reasons why Bill had to be David Carradine. Quentin smiled a lot - and I took that to mean he was way ahead of me. But it felt like this was David's audition night.
That night I spoke a bit with David, but frankly he was mobbed at the event and I did not wish to add to the madness. Instead... when I spent 10 days on the set of KILL BILL in China... I spent quite a bit of time with Mr Carradine and his lovely wife, Annie. As we talked about a great many things, David was particularly in love with the subject of LONG RIDERS - a film that I waved about as being in my top ten westerns of all time. A singularly brilliant take on the Old West and the classic badasses that made up the James/Younger gang. David loved the shoot, saying it was like a family reunion with all the brothers and relatives that everyone had on the film. I'm a distant relation to the James/Younger gang, so this was a film that my father and I went to and talked about quite a bit.
The days I was on "Tai Chi Alley" on the KILL BILL set, David was fighting Michael Jai White in a scene that wound up on the editing room floor. In between takes - we'd relax and talk everything from Bruce Lee to his father John Carradine to his brother Keith Carradine, whom I performed with in my first film, BALLAD OF THE SAD CAFE, where I rang the bell at Keith and Vanessa Redgrave's Wedding. I found David to be an absolute joy to chat with. (Some of that can be read here) The last time I saw David was after he finished slicing Michael Jai White's throat as an arterial spray coated a samurai print shirt I was wearing (which I still have, stains and all!)
After our experience in China - David would sporadically email and occassionally call to chat - to get permission to reprint my Set Reports and each time he was just a very cool cat. I'm in a funk about this passing. David is a particular brand of cool that there just aren't many people that can project. He had a calm cool that was infused with the knowledge that at any moment... he could be kicking asses all around you.
He was a musician and a poet - he collected original comic book art and he was amongst the coolest people that I've met. Its sad to think that Caine is no longer wandering the Earth looking for adventures and shit... instead he's wandering in the beyond - no, not Fulci's... but the great beyond, where we know no true tales of yet, but if we're lucky - one day we all will.
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to say I miss him
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"Q" is a stupid piece of shit so don't let that be Dave's legacy. "Bound for Glory" is a great performance as is Frankenstein in "Death Race 2000!" "Lone Wolf McQuade" is the tops. "The Long Riders" is some great stuff too..."Belle, your a whore...thats what I like about ya."
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You will be missed!
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"Kill Bill" was too easy a pick, a good one, but the man did tons of stuff long before most of the cunts posting on here were born. When he was on, he was it, but he made way too much shit for being such a cool customer. Just like his Daddy, John, anything for a buck....Grasshopper's gotta eat.
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Why end it this way!
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She only knows him from a guest appereance in "Lizzie McGuire". Please don't laugh at her. She is a wonderful woman. It's just that she spents more time with watching the Family Channel with her niece and nephew than watching exploitation movies with me.
But the punchline of the story is: Even in a silly kids show like Lizzie McGuire was David Carradine able to make an impact on its viewers.I already miss him. R.I.P. -
... to your post, Harry.
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"naked and hanging dead from a rope in the closet" -- well done sir. I mean that. How fantastic to die an interesting death. RIP
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David Carradine and Bruce Campbell.
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Ummm nice way to put it.
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Did anyone really believe that he would die in any other way than naked in Bangkok?
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And they're arguing about who had the lousier death. RIP David.
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I mean he couldn't just be hanging in the closet. He had to be naked and I read somewhere that his testicles were also tied. True? Probably not but still, how many peoples deaths are this exciting!
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Harry brags that he knew him. Yep, par for the course.
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...via auto-erotic asphyxiation?
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what a depressing, shit kicker way to go.
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I am sad to see anyone die, and I'm sure he was a great person. That being said, I don't understand the love for him as an actor.
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That's what reports on imdb are claiming now. When will celebs learn to do this with a partner and not by themselves?
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Touching typical of online eulogy. But WTF is this - "The great beyond, where we know no true tales of yet, but if we're lucky - one day we all will."
Ah, a subliminal allusion to mind-blowingly orgasmic delight of autoerotic asphyxiation. *snickers*
Michael Madsen's eulogy poem on his web site is awesome, though. Didn't know even character actors have talent other than acting for union paychecks. -
Very sad day. He was a cool customer. However, more sad if the way he is said to have died is true. That really sucks.
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he was so fucking great in that movie! DR 2000 is the best movie ever!
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fun to watch, took his job seriously and well, you see the results. Now what's Dennis Hopper up to now--
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I'm really, really inclined to believe foul play is to blame. If he did die due to auto-erotic asphyxiation I'd wager some dough that someone else was there, freaked out, and split to avoid any questions.
David Carradine really doesn't have any business being associated with INXS and I hope it turns out that he really, really isn't.
And for the moron up above that said "Q is a stupid piece of shit", you sir are a moron. I told you at the beginning of the previous sentence.
Rest In Peace Mr. Carradine, may you wreak havoc upon the roads of Heaven in spectacular, bloody glory. -
Thanks for pointing that out to me. Real nice work.
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Such sad news, this and Shek "Mr Han" both passing on the same day...
Some of my earliest memories are of watching Kung Fu and I'll remember David Carradine fondly.
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that's creepy. If'n he did, you know, kill himself. I learnt that from Netflix.
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...I concur. It COULDN'T POSSIBLY be something as mundane as him going too far with a sexual kink. I bet the maid did it. In the closet. With the rope.
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But it is a gloriously rewatchable piece of shit. I believe you can even buy it in Blu-Ray now. Which is just mindboggling in its absurdity yet awesome at the same time.
I'm going through and queuing up all of Carradine's available films from Netflix, because he was in a ton of movies I haven't seen. -
Jun 04, 2009 6:21:43 PM CDT
I remember him with a rope around his neck and penis.
by evilwizardglick
At least now I do.
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Because seriously, if you're gonna go out that way... you wanna go satisfied.
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I don't know what happened. I just know how he lived and we lost a great soul today.
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...of a 72-year-old actor hanging himself from the closet clothes rack just so he could be jerkin' his Gherkin. Shep Smith @ Fox News just reported that the cord he used was wrapped around other body parts, too. (Didn't specify which ones, so use your imagination.)
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something as mundane as him going too far with a sexual kink." I just find it odd that in a country such as Thailand, in a city such as Bangkok, where you can literally buy ANYTHING and the value of HUMAN LIFE is very near to zero, that someone would immediately conclude that this was, in fact, a suicide.
Then again people love jumping to conclusions in this country (ahem, Nancy Grace).
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SO YOU DID IT IN BANGKOK
I watched the news this morning
and the headline story was about a big, brown bear
that wandered into civilization and created a problem.
The police shot it full of tranquilizers
and moved it up into the mountains.
The next story was about my brother.
My brother, Bill.
Bangkok dead.
I’m thinking now of all the stories people will tell of him
and all the world will tell of him.
Remember this.
Remember that.
And oh god, remember the time he did this.
Or remember the time he did that.
‘72’ is a ripe old age and Thailand was a good choice for an exit.
When I was there I didn’t want to come back either.
After driving the kids to school,
I stopped on PCH and got out of the truck
and walked down to the edge of the water,
and stood for a while to watch some waves break,
trying to make some sense of what happened—
and came to no conclusion.
At home, the phone keeps ringing.
When I turned to go back from the sea,
I saw my footprints in the sand.
They reminded me somehow of a filmography.
David had one of those.
Even as a trapeze artist with Liv Ullman.
I didn’t see that one.
I wonder what Quentin will say.
I wonder what I will say
or anyone will say, for that matter.
The phone keeps ringing in Malibu.
I guess he was found hung,
So I guess he didn’t care about who comes out on top in the NBA,
or Obama’s visit to Cairo,
or whether that big asteroid will hit the earth in 2012.
I couldn’t help thinking of the story about the bear.
Maybe David just needed to go up in the mountains for a while.
David Carradine,
Kung Fu quiet now.
I love you
and I will miss you,
and may God rest your weary soul.
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is playing as I type this!
oh how I love Sirius satellite radio! -
What a depressing way to go -- at your own hands.
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i think his hands were full.
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OOOHHHH...double entendre! To be honest, I've only seen a few films/shows that he was a part of (like Kill Bill). It is sad...especially his death was a strange sexual fetish gone bad. I just thought that maybe he heard Obama's latest apology to the world and suddenly became depressed. Anyway, he will be missed.
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one of the few i feel to now be truly unstuck.
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He was so great as Woody Guthrie in that movie, although Carradine was actually a better singer than Guthrie and didn't sound much like him, still it's a great performance.
I suppose there's a certain irony in the movie's title, but I'm not going there. -
I don't know what's more pathetic, the fact that they are actually begging for donations or the fact that the official site of DC uses JS-kit, the free talkbacks. It just gets better and better.
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Since (at least this is true for me) I don't have to listen to the dialogue to enjoy them. With two Kung Fu movie legends passing today I'm starting to get that itch to watch me some Kung Fu movies.
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and ironically asks us to "keep it classy". It's people like that who make me seriously wish for the apocalypse.
This world needs itself a good ol' fashioned biblical cleansing, yes sir. -
"Hmmm, if I do this, there's a good chance I'll die and have the maid find me with my dick in my hand and my pants around my ankles. Damn, if that happens, I'll be the laughing stock of the world in less than 24 hours. Fuck it, it's worth it!"
What the hell is wrong with these people anyway? -
I ordered a copy of the Sundown: The Vampire In Retreat DVD just last night. I don't own any of his other movies, but thought hey, with both Carradine and Bruce Campbell... how can you go wrong?BTW Harry, I read somewhere that QT originally offered the role of Bill to Warren Beatty, who upon turning it down suggested David Carradine.Too bad he's gone. Maybe not a great actor, but certainly a natural actor who always brought something interesting to the party. RIP.
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In his diaries about making Kill BIll, David mentions that he saw this "giant red-headed man that looked like a clown" (paraphrasing) and didn't know who he was until someone told him that it was Harry Knowles. I'd find it hard to believe that he wouldn't have recognized him if he had seen him before. It's not like Harry exactly blends in, you know?
Sorry, had to point that out. -
Science needs to find a way to extend human life by at least a couple hundred years so I can do all the stuff I want to do before I die. Like catch up on all the movies that came before me. Shit like that.
Get crackin' Science, and make it snappy. -
1: Riley Martin has a girlfriend. or 2: David Carradine died of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Only one. You know it in your heart to be true.
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Jun 04, 2009 7:04:50 PM CDT
A man dies and Harry manages to make the eulogy
by the_floating_skull_of_robert_loggia
all about himself. How they met. How he lobbied for him to get the part in Kill Bill. How they corresponded. Yeah, Harry, we get it; you're a starfucker. Shut up.
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The guy made some great film and TV.
As I was growing up, My father would only watch 2 things. Sports and David Carradine in Kung Fu. He loved the show. It was literally the ONLY scripted show he would leave on the TV. many years later, as I met DC at various conventions I got his autograph and told him that story. He replied that it was a fairly common thing. The show had a broad appeal, and sportsmen were attracted to the martial arts element of it. He seemed fairly disinterested with the convention circuit, but from our brif conversation he seemed a good guy. God Bless. -
And thanks for taking the time to put something forward. It's a shame that a guy like Carradine (generally adored for a multitude of geek-type reasons) has passed in such a manner. It just casts a morbid shadow upon a memorable career. Speaking of which......nice job over there in the Merrick Obit TB, fellas. Really. You couldn't have made AICN look more repulsive. And shame on the AICN mods. Where the fuck were you guys?! You certainly didn't stand for that kind of nonsense in the Keith Ledger or Stan Winston obits.A little common sense, discretion, and respect is NOT too much to ask or expect...even in a place like this.RIP, D.C.
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Besides having the greatest name ever, you also point out the obvious. Harry is a liar.
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Complete with talkback comments. Entertaining and tactless at the same time, like an early twentieth century circus sideshow (only with spelling errors strewn on the ground instead of sawdust).
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Costly mistake
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I know he didn't have much time, but Merrick's paragraph or two was so cookie-cutter it was embarrassing. Now let's just hope this talkback doesn't go the way of the last one. Will you old fucks stop turning every other talkback into a cross between a blog and a chat room? Exchange emails already or something.
Oh and Harry, I'm right with you on The Long Riders: "When this is all over, I'm goin' to write a book; make myself more famous than I already am." You did more than that, dude. Wank in peace! -
Jun 04, 2009 7:19:15 PM CDT
Mr Nice G- winston and ledger didn't die spanking it.
by david_carradines_death_spunk
I totally dug DC, but he was 73 not 33 - he lead a full life and died trying to rub one out in a closet in BANGKOK! It's sad he is gone, but it's a fucking funny way to go.
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I honestly don't know but thanks for pointing it out.It's HEATH everyone. Sorry.
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Judging by your newly created handle, it's beyond obvious that you think it's a funny way to go.
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You're actually wrong, both one and two are true. She just does that, it's weird.
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Love the man. He loved himself.
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that could only come from wrapping a dickrope around his throat. RIP David you glorious pervert.
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Besides having a kickass name you are absolutly CORRECT!
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the only way it could be funnier is if they found midget porn playing on the tv. if it turns out it was suicide and not autoerotic asphixiation, I would readily relinquish my moniker.
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Jun 04, 2009 7:35:46 PM CDT
I love Carradine & all but it is a lil dissapointing...
by thedark0knight
that he had to go out jerking it. so much cool shit he did in his life & he'll always be known as Bill & the old guy who died cumming. RIP
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Don't just be sorry, THINK for one effin' second. Frak's sake man, you're amateur. /
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But in a funny way.
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RIP on Bro...RIP on.
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Jun 04, 2009 7:42:37 PM CDT
I hear Moriarty is posting his musings on his site
by david_carradines_death_spunk
he's just finished his rambling 8 paragraph/10,000 word intro about everything but Carradine.
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He will be missed.
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That will be my double feature tonight..
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Jun 04, 2009 7:45:15 PM CDT
But come on, if you have to go...this is the way to do it.
by gus van rant
Knockin' one off in the closet while two Saigon whores hit each other with bamboo shoots.
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it's just that when they die with a rope simutaneously tying off your neck and nuts and whatever else in a hotel closet in Bangkok (where I'm sure you can pay for someone to spot you, just in case) it's open season on the sexual kink jokes.
If you're pulling that shit, you know what the risks are. You know what might happen. ESPECIALLY if you're a celebrity.
So, all you apologetic and self-righteous assholes can just shut it. The man had a lot of great work to show for his life. He was also a damn interesting person. This just adds to his mythos. The guy was Caine. The guy was a boozer and experimented with psychadelic drugs. He was said to be on the level of gonzo actors like Dennis Hopper back in the day. Then he got all zen and redirected his life into a more positve outlook. You never get rid of all the demons though. They make you who you are and this guy fell victim to one of them. Oh well. He lived life the way he pretty much wanted and that's it. -
What's next, SHARON_TATES_AMNIOTIC_FLUID?
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so shut the fuck up until the autopsy report comes in. Assholes the lot of ya. Gotta love it.
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Farewell David. This world is much less cool now.
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I'll bring the marshmallows!
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Saw pics of them riding horses on his farm/ranch. This is one of those things that makes you hope suicides go to heaven.
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Something to ponder.
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"Quentin had handed me the script to KILL BILL two nights prior" "I cornered Quentin and told him about 35 reasons why Bill had to be David Carradine" "I spent 10 days on the set of KILL BILL in China" "a film that I waved about as being in my top ten westerns of all time" "I'm a distant relation to the James/Younger gang" "I was on "Tai Chi Alley" on the KILL BILL set" "whom I performed with in my first film, BALLAD OF THE SAD CAFE, where I rang the bell at Keith and Vanessa Redgrave's Wedding" "David would sporadically email and occassionally call to chat" "he was amongst the coolest people that I've met"
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an act of sexual deviancy, so as to fool God into letting him through those pearly gates?
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The man deserved better roles and will be greatly missed.
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A rope was attached to his neck and also to his penis.
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AICN did an Harry-less eulogy of David Carradine earlier on.
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The things we learn in eulogies.
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Wow, I was about to get mad about that comment until I saw it on CNN just now. I have no idea why the media feels we needed to know that.
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DICKROPE HYPOXIA=PROFESSIONAL
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Why am I addicted to these ridiculous talkbacks?!
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And see just how classy it was before Carradine's Spunk showed up, and how classy it continued to be. Seriously, that talkback is a fountain of hilarity.
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Now I might be wrong, but I *distinctly* remember when Tarantino cast Warren Beatty as Bill. And for a time, he WAS Bill and you talked about what a great casting job that was. Then Beatty had to drop out, and he hired Carradine instead, and you acted very surprised, but still, you were very happy (and you should have been), but there was NEVER any hint that you thought QT would cast Carradine. And now it sounds like you're trying to retcon history, as if QT had Carradine in mind the entire time, or that you're really cool and super-smart because you thought DC should have been Bill. But I call bullshit. I don't buy any of that. Am I wrong? Humbly and honestly, I could be. Am I?
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Jun 04, 2009 8:56:19 PM CDT
Just like Kane walked the Earth, getting in adventures;
by banditdarville
DC is walking the landscape of Heaven,and getting into adventures. R.I.P David. You will be sorely missed and your legacy should live on for many years to come. Thanks for rewarding me as a viewer with so much fine entertainment over the years: syndicated Kung Fu episodes, Moonshine epics in the everglades, Lone Wolf Mcquade, the Long Riders, and Kill Bill just to name a few. Nice job Harry. By the way, the Will Ferrell likeness on the home page looks like a zombie Art Garfunkel and is seriously creeping me out. Maybe that was your intention.
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I don't think Harry's the one who needed to be cut some slack.
I'll be honest, I'm pretty fucking angry at the guy. I was a big fan of his, although admittedly that was mainly out of nostalgia (when I was a kid, watching Kung Fu was like a family event). Nevertheless, that made me wanna watch pretty much everything he was in.
What is it with these celebrity types? They get to experience things that most of us can only dream of & what happens? It bores the fuck out of them. So you end up with stories like this, where they have to hang themselves just to get a bit of excitement. A lifetime's legacy ruined for what?
I'm pissed off. But R.I.P.
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I REALLY DONT THINK HE KILLED HIMSELF...HEY DID YOU SEE THAT POST ABOUT SCARFACE 2..YEP ALLMOVIENEWS.NET HAS THE REPORT..
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My god you are SO full of shit. You really THINK people arent going to call you out on this shit. Its pretty easy to find out that Beatty was offered the role first. What the fuck man?! Your street cred on this site goes down every day man. I dont know what it is man, but everytime I read any of your first person narrative, it just smells of bullshit. I dunno, maybe Im TOTALLY wrong, which is fine, maybe you hang out in bars all over the country cornering people with your wheelchair and they drop scripts into your fat lap, maybe THATS how it is, but to me it all sounds like bullshit.....
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If you just dod what I think you did, fuck off & hawk your website somewhere else.
I might be pissed off at Carradine for being fucking stupid, but at least I'm genuine.
How can you try to poach people for a website on a guy's obituary TB? Why don't you just walk past his funeral with a placard? Prick. -
well fucking said man...well fucking said.......
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I farted............
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...so you're taking all the credit for the casting of Carradine in Kill Bill? Really? REALLY?? You get more and more pretentious with each article you write. I didn't know being trapped in a god forsaken wheelchair led people to sacrifice their integrity. The more you know.
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You are aware you are credited as "Fat Boy" yes? Just sayin.....
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Jun 04, 2009 10:19:05 PM CDT
I'm gonna have to give this erotic asphyxiation thing a try
by bmacsmith
it seems to be all the rage with celebrities, i wonder what im missing.
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Maybe if you had been in Bangkok, you could have prevented this from happening, seeing how you and David were so close. Don't go beating yourself up over it, because there are still plenty of stars in Hollywood for you to suck up to. I think Eminem needs a friend right about now.
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Jun 04, 2009 11:32:10 PM CDT
R.I.P. Frankenstein. In the words of Junior Bruce...
by eastbayfrankenstein
..."Ripped up, wiped out, battered, shattered, creamed, and reamed... Frankenstein, who lost a leg in '98, an arm in '99! With half a face and half a chest, and all the guts in the world!"
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Snarf!
He probably picked it up from QT.
If anyone should be found dead performing a pervy A-Sexual sex act on themselves. It's Quentin Tarantino.
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Jun 04, 2009 11:44:38 PM CDT
"You want to make love to me because I drive the Monster and wea
by eastbayfrankenstein
Oh, Frankenstein! You'll be missed.
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..."You want to make love to me because I drive the Monster and wear this costume."
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if you blackout, dont worry, thats normal.
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The reporter was found in a closet wearing Supermans tights. He scarfed himself with a kyptonite powdered rope, while reaming his anus with several fortress of solitude crystals. Bryan Singer was found coked out in reporters hotel bathroom. Several of Arthur C. Clarks missing children where also found in the hotel room. Tom Cruise fled the scene with John Travolta in a private jet. Andy Dick was masturbating and taking images while laughing his head off. Muad' Dib!
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To go fuck my self in Vegas....I'm serious, true story. It was the highlite of my Vegas trip.
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Jun 04, 2009 11:53:09 PM CDT
Annie: "Is winning all you care about?" Frankenstein
by eastbayfrankenstein
.."Yes. It’s the only standard of excellence left."
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I believe was the name of a piece I read in Playboy some 30 years ago, written by some guy who had spent a week or so with him. Carradine was a wild man.
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R.I.P .. i wasnt his biggest fan but I dug him in LONE WOLF McQUADE & Kill Bill tho
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About this whole David Carradine tying up his penis to his neck, or whatever the fuck he did. Also, whatever happened to your diet thing? Any Progress? Just don't tie up your penis to your neck anytime soon like the DC. I met that guy at a convention once, and he totally walked into my friend and pushed him aside like a nut. He sure loved his crossword puzzles tho.
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...before simultaneously chiking yourself AND your chicken starts to seem like a good idea?This fella and Michael Hutchence could've afforded all the red-light rodeo action in town, but chose to stay home and knock one out instead.Does not compute, boys...
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We do it differently here in England...
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..."It's what she wanted... she wanted to show me she loved me."
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Genius
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Jun 05, 2009 12:24:55 AM CDT
harry, before RD Jr dies, did you cast him in Iron Man?
by david_carradines_death_spunk
just for the record...
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Jun 05, 2009 12:27:50 AM CDT
DC's manager now suspects foul play- CNN
by david_carradines_death_spunk
well... (wait for it)....
he was found choking his chicken!(rim shot) thank you, I'll be at nyuk-nyuk's through tuesday! -
The hotel maid who found him naked said he was well hung.
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In Bangkok, aren't there a lot of people with the last name Hung? Kinda weird huh?
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Live on forever in the airwaves and my fond tv memories.
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Can't get that song out of my head now, goddamnit.
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Seriously though, can anyone tell me a funnier way to go out? Wanking it in a closet in Bangkok...not sure how to top that one. Maybe butt-f*cking a rabid baboon in Taiwan?
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...but that "partner" probably took the money and ran once things went south. Jesus. An ignoble end to a largely good career. I hope it was worth it. I don't understand what drives men to do these things. Very sad.
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Abe Vigoda will outlive everyone!! All hail the great Abe Vigoda!!
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how would you deal with a freak ass-kisser on your set?
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thats my theory anyway.
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"harry will write mostly about himself as a kid, and how he has Kain's prop hat in storage."
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...and for that I am moved. Did he die before his time? Who can say - he leaves a body of work behind him that is a joy to appreciate: more than most people can even dream of.Yesterday afternoon the BBC reported that Carradine's body was found in a cupboard with a rope attached to his neck and genitalia. Now that's gotta be either murder, death by INXS or one of the more spectacular suicides in celebrity history.Whichever it is there is a certain irony to the fact that a man, most recently remembered by the world at large for his titular role in a film about his own killing ends up possibly more notorious for his death than he was for his life.And all those people out there who think he is burning in hell because he took his own life - you make me so, so upset. The fact that you would put that sort of nightmarish shit out there to scare children is reprehensible. Let the man go to blissful oblivion with his Thai Rope Around Dick Exploding Orgasm Technique.
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http://tinyurl.com/qnlnzd
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You know, to be honest, in the past few months, I have, for once, loved reading the Talkbacks. Why? People, by and large, are finally calling Jabba, er, Harry, out on how ridiculous and absurd he is. These Carradine Talkbacks are almost classic due to the simple fact that countless people are making fun of a situation that, quite frankly, deserves to be made fun of. If the stories are true, his death is a non-issue and actually pretty funny. If anything, I would believe he hung himself because Harry kept texting him wanting to hang out with the "cool cat" that he is. In the end, though, it is a loss if only due to his epic Yellowbook.com commercials.
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Y'know, given the choice between watching your body and mind fail and punchin' the munchkin to death, I'll go with the latter any day of the week.
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i just gotta say, if David Carradine really did die of auto-erotic asphyxiation.... props to the dude for still going at it at 72. as if he wasn't already cooler than most of us. lord knows that chances are i'll die wacking it one day. the odds are just too great.
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Seriously, Elvis died on the toilet and found with his trousers around his ankles and toilet paper stuck to his hairy king of rock n roll ass...but now Carradine takes the crown for funniest celebrity death ever. Rest in peace you depraved old sod.
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They always come in threes. We had Bea Arthur a few months ago. I say Louie Anderson gees next. He's fat.
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Him or Kato...
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He wont be laughing much longer.
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Well, If you gonna go...go with a smile
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how tragic and embarrassing for his family!
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... is him taking a shot of Jagger seconds before starting his truck. The company I was working for at the time was doing an old project of his and that's what we saw him do as he was driving off the parking lot. My admiration for him went down a few notches after that...
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I'm not a po-faced sort of person, and I'm quite capable of sardonic humour. However, reading some of these talkbacks has left me with a foul taste in my mouth. A cultured, well-respected actor dies in unseemly and as-yet undetermined circumstances, and numerous commentators here can muster no better reaction than to say that he was a 'sad old cunt' snicker sub-pubescently into their sleeves. I can scarcely express how vile and pitiable this is. Perhaps attempting to expand the range of your emotional and intellectual responses beyond that which are required to comprehend a popcorn movie would be an advisable strategy. This is a human life that is being discussed. To discuss this event in the terms that have been used by some here is puerile, despicable and shameful. What a pity the Internet is so accommodating of these projections of stupidity, nastiness and cowardice.
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Jun 05, 2009 6:29:50 AM CDT
hoky shit is what wayne gretzky does if he can't reach the toile
by ironic_name
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is a keeper.
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and suddenly, these events don't seem surprising at all.
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He obviously got killed by a hooker. BANGKOK=HOOKERS
Especially kinky ones.
The guy was killed by an amateur hooker, he wouldn't fucking tie up his own cock and stuff himself in a closet/cabinet, JESUS H. CHRIST!!! -
http://tinyurl.com/oylpyk
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while he was gasping for air - but it went too far and he died - so she bundled him in the cupboard and ran.
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... and important final lesson: Never choke yourself with a rope while you're simultaneously choking your chicken.
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not to hang around the whores.
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I'm scared now. Real scared.
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A once great man caught giving his Temple the proverbial Shaolin Shuffle. What an undignified way to go.
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An exclusive last pic of Carradine in action.... http://tinyurl.com/orn2oo And the heartless perv responsible for his demise.... http://tinyurl.com/pvhhnb My thoughts are, as always, with his family. Especially his sweet, sweet daughter. Don't worry Dave I'll take care of her now you're gone. I will of course be sensitive with her by wearing a gimp mask with a Bruce-Lee-Game-of-Death style cut out mask of Daddy over the rubber device whilst I'm giving her one for you. I know you wouldn't want it any other way bro.
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I see what you mean, but if it was just one shot it wouldn't be like he was driving drunk, or even driving buzzed. Now maybe if he'd had three shots before climbing in sure, but one? That's like taking a dose of cough medicine.
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Carradine was probably paraphrasing how he first met Harry. It would've been too tangential to mention he saw Harry walking up, backtrack to tell a story about how he'd seen him in a bar years before, then skip back to why it was relevant he was seeing him in the contextual present. Verbalized memories often have to be compressed just the same as films do!
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Choking, spunking and shitting himself all the way to hell. Now come on, honestly, it ain't a bad way to go. I could think of a lot worse. Fuck all this perviness if getting my cock real hard. Where's the rope?
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He snuffed it in a botched bout of wanky panky! Autoerotic asphyxiation. That's as bad as Elvis being found dead on the terlet taking a dump! Hell, it's even worse!
I wonder if Kwai Chang Caine was circumsized. Now, through the "magic" of TMZ, the world will get to know.
72 years old and doing freaky shit with his wee willy winky in the closet. Probably after having bounced a baby on his knee down in the hotel lobby. Man oh man, Rick James ain't got nothin' on David Carradine! He truly was a Superfreak! -
Jun 05, 2009 8:56:28 AM CDT
Make fun of him all you want - he doesn't give a shit!
by lanemyersclassic
He's DEAD. Doesn't matter how he was found, he's on to his next life and won't even remember this. He's not ashamed, embarrassed or anything else except dead. Now, if he survived, he would be all those things - but he didn't.
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Thanks for pointing that out. I never thought of it like that. You. Are. So. Right. He's DEAD.
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If he's looking down from some Monkey style cloud or looking up from Hell I bet you your fucking gimp-like ass that he's probably regretting going out like such a rancid fucking dickhead. See, gotta look at things from all sides, Spiritual and Atheistic. That way you get to see the big picture. Thanks again for the wisdom though.
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He may be dead, but he left family behind. And good thing too, 'cause now THEY get to be the ones to hear all the shit about what a SuperFreak their recently departed loved one was.
You don't live this sort of thing down, man. It's kind of like the kids of John & Kate. You know, the Plus Eight? Those poor bastards and bitches will grow up getting to hear all about what a crazy cunt their mom was/is and what an incredible douche their dad was/is.
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It may not matter to him, but it certainly matters to his family and friends.
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Bound for Hell, Or Glory? David Carradine and the Feistiest Film Panel Ever March 29, 2009.
--Not since I saw Bill Irwin and Kathleen Turner go at each other in an excellent production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? a couple of years ago have I experienced a night of live theater quite as riveting as the three-way cage match between David Carradine, Haskell Wexler, and the audience that transpired at an L.A. repertory filmhouse after a screening the other night. If there's anything that wouldn't seem to scream "fireworks!," it'd be a panel discussion about the 1976 Woody Guthrie biopic Bound for Glory, yet it's just this innocuous-sounding an event, held at the American Cinematheque in Santa Monica the other night, that may go down in Hollywood feud lore. By popular request from film buffs who are kicking themselves they weren't there, I'm providing a blow-by-blow of just what a nerve-wracking, weird and wonderful night out at the fights this was. Beware: This train is bound for bedlam -- this train!
At this date, Bound for Glory probably counts as one of the less remembered works of the late, great Hal Ashby (director of Being There, Shampoo, and Coming Home). Much as I love Ashby, I'd always missed this one, and despite a readily available DVD, I have a hard time forcing myself to watch slow-moving 147-minute period pieces unless I've committed myself to a seat in front of a big screen. I knew there'd be a discussion afterward with Carradine, but my plan was to skip out on it and go from there to a late show of Watchmen in Westwood. (Two two-and-a-half-hour movies in a row, you say? Well, that's just the kind of tough guy I am.) But, imperfect as Glory is, it does a fantastic job of plunging you into the (previous) Great Depression, and it's so utterly and engagingly human that I feel like washing its taste out of my mouth with a comic-book extravaganza would be inviting eternal damnation. So I stay for the discussion, narrowly averting what might have been one of the great regrets of my life.
Even before the panel, there has already been some weirdness during the screening itself. During a scene where a radio guy reminds Guthrie that he's not allowed to sing any controversial material on his program, somebody very loudly exclaims, "I hate guys like that!" It gets a big laugh from the audience. But soon the same fellow is following up with a line of patter, which I can't make out because he's on the other side of the auditorium. Very quickly there are cineastes yelling at the rube to shut the hell up, and some kind of verbal altercation seems to ensue. Of course, as soon as the lights come up, Carradine is walking down the aisle with his acoustic guitar in hand, already caught up in a celebratory spiel, and everyone immediately realizes he was the one providing live commentary for his movie. I get a sense that formerly offended patrons are feeling embarrassed to realize that moments ago they'd been shouting The Star Of The Show down like a common heckler, although some of these sympathies are about to diminish...
The screening is part of a "Kevin Thomas' Favorite Films" series, hosted by the former L.A. Times film critic, who I knew back in my own Times days. I don't know what Kevin has been like as a moderator on the other nights, but during the ensuing 70 or 75 chaotic minutes, he seems to go into shock and utters all of about 50 words. The first nine of them being: "I understand Ronny Cox is in the audience tonight?" Indeed, Carradine's costar, Cox, has shown up just to see the film, and, thus bidden, agreeably ambles toward the stage. There, he joins another unannounced guest, Haskell Wexler, one of the half-dozen most revered living cinematographers, and recipient of one of the two Oscars the film received. Carradine and Cox warmly embrace, the leading man enthusing about how he couldn't have gotten through the shoot without his supporting actor as a partner. And the lovefest begins!
Or the monologue, actually. For the first 20 minutes or so, Carradine does 98% of the talking -- hell, maybe 99% -- and it's entertaining as all-get-out, in a rambling, had-too-many-highballs-before-dinner kind of way. The anecdotes he's telling are good ones, but he's not leaving room for anyone else to get a word in edgewise, and Cox is probably thinking he could have stayed in his cozy original seat out in the house, while Wexler keeps slinking further down in his chair, as those of us who know this particular d.p. does not suffer fools gladly wonder what kind of storm clouds might be forming in his head. Wexler actually knew Woody Guthrie, who died in the 1960s -- not that we'll hear a chance to hear anything about that tonight. He does pipe up to say how wonderful a sign of change it was that Pete Seeger and Bruce Springsteen got to sing the full, controversial version of "This Land is Your Land" at the White House recently, which prompts Carradine to break into that very song, with the aid of some lyrical assists from the crowd. The actor talks about how Richard Dreyfuss was originally cast as Guthrie, but a salary dispute got in the way, and he was able to talk his way into the role by convincing producers that "I am Woody Guthrie!" -- a bravado he adopted despite the fact that, by his own admission, "the only thing I knew about Woody Guthrie when I was cast was that he wrote 'Goodnight Irene.'" The kicker to this joke is supposed to be "And I was wrong," but an irritated Wexler, thinking Carradine isn't aware of the mistake, suddenly perks up and steps on the actor's punchline, half-disgustedly interrupting, "No, Leadbelly wrote it." Anyway, so far, so benign.
Then the subject of unions arises... and everything goes gonzo, never to return. Carradine says that these are different times from the 1930s and unions no longer serve the purpose they once did, or words to that effect. Almost immediately, as if coiled and ready to spring, a woman in the back starts shrieking that nothing about unions' importance has changed. Carradine reiterates his position. Cox, who has barely said a word up until now, starts shaking his head and mutters, "That doesn't sound like Woody Guthrie to me!" The woman I'll call Union Lady starts marching down the aisle, and now Carradine is shouting back, which might be okay if he wasn't yelling right into the microphone, which does not sound pretty. For about two minutes both of them are going at it at once, and she's the more obnoxious one. But because Carradine's mike makes him five times as loud, he's coming off as the bully. Some audience members are telling Union Lady to shut up; some angrily holler "Let her speak!" Two guys in my vicinity start shouting "Let's hear from Haskell Wexler!" About a dozen people get up and walk out in the midst of this -- one of them, almost unnoticed, being Ronny Cox, who manages to effect the smoothest getaway of all time.
At this point, Carradine reminds me of poor Tucker Carlson, standing in front of that conservative PAC a few weeks ago, realizing that, in defending the New York Times, he has lost the sympathies of his audience to the hecklers. A woman in the front row, who we will later learn is Cinematheque publicist Margot Gerber, stands up, turns around, and twice yells that Union Lady should be thrown out. But no, Carradine insists, dissent is great. "You're not one of the people!" shouts the lady. "I am one of the people!" Carradine shouts back, saying that he's had to cut back on the groceries he buys for his family, and because of the mistakes made by Hollywood unions, he hasn't had much work. "I AM NOT A RICH PERSON!" he growls, seemingly genuinely enraged as well as loud for the first time. He talks about how it's a problem when workers in Tennessee making Toyotas make $10 an hour while GM workers in Detroit make $60 an hour--which makes Union Lady even more outraged, naturally. Everything we know is out the window in this economy, Carradine argues, and every aspect of the bartering we do in our daily lives, be it personal or corporate, has to be up for renegotiation. These are actually lucid, reasonable points--or would be if he had any control over his tone. Someone yells "Let her have the mike!" So Carradine half-heartedly tosses the mike into the audience--bonking a woman in the front row in the head! Ironically, the woman he bonks is the Cinematheque's publicist, Gerber, who'd just been defending him moments earlier. This has to count as some seriously strange karma for her, but fortunately for Carradine, she's probably the person in the audience least likely to file an assault charge.
The head-strike was an accident, but a groan goes up from the audience, and I get the sense that some people think he deliberately intended to lash out at the crowd, as opposed to just having really *beep* aim. Suddenly it strikes me that it would only take one more bit of weirdness for things to get completely out of hand. It's a holy cow, anything could happen right now kind of pregnant moment. Fortunately, there is slightly more confusion than hostility afoot, so no brawl ensues. Union Lady and her entourage finally take their leave, with Carradine calling out that he loves her, even though he knows she hates him.
There's a moment of calm. The presumptive moderator is silent, either because he's enjoying this too much to stop it or has mentally gone to a better place. So an audience member takes it upon himself to shout out a question about cinematography. Who knew this would be a more dangerous subject than unions? Wexler talks about color desaturation ("You'll notice the movie gets more colorful when we get to California") and gives some very technical details. Carradine breaks in and starts talking about crane shots. Wexler, annoyed, goes back to the specs. And this is the point at which Carradine really goes off the rails, albeit it in a more subdued, passive-aggressive kind of way. He brings out a line -- which he'll repeats at least two more times -- about how Wexler "got an Academy Award for ruining my movie." You can feel the audience holding its collective breath as Carradine goes on to say that the film "looks like it was shot through a glass of milk." When he explains what he wished the look of the film had been -- which is grittier -- again, it's a lucid point, which some critics might even agree with. But the insulting way he's making it is either tone-deaf or just evil.
Then he tells the story of how Ashby, the director, hated the look of the film, too, and had frequently expressed the wish that he could fire Wexler. Gasps go up. Carradine then says he talked Ashby out of firing Wexler, "because if you fire somebody, they just go out in the parking lot and steal your hubcaps." I'm pretty sure that's a metaphor, but the audience doesn't know what to do with this image other than to nervously titter. There will be a lot more of that--oh, yes, there will.
Naturally, Wexler is enraged by Carradine's story. Speaking at some length for the first time, he retorts: "I didn't know that I was going to be confronted with a story which I don't think is necessarily a public story. But since it is public, I have to say something. Hal Ashby sent somebody to fire me, and he said 'You're fired,' okay? And then after I heard that and got the message, I went to Hal and I said 'Hal, just take a minute and STOP SNIFFING THAT STUFF UP YOUR NOSE!' And if David will tell me there wasn't heavy duty doping on that film, and that that wasn't the comradeship he was talking about..." He lets that thought trail off, but adds: "When I showed up the next day, I went to work, and I was the UNFIRED director of photography. Now, that's the goddamned truth!"
Carradine (drolly): "Okay. I don't think that changes my story at all. Except that Haskell is a little down on people who snort cocaine." That gets a good, nervous audience laugh. He goes on to tell a story about visiting Ashby's mammoth trailer, and picking up a copy of the L.A. Times, which he hadn't seen during many weeks of location shooting. "Underneath it there were about six lines of cocaine... Hal was looking at me and I said 'Hal, do you do a lot of this stuff?' And he said 'As much as I can get.' And I said 'I'll talk to you later,' and I left the trailer. Because it's not my thing. And yes, Hal was a great user of cocaine. It does not change the fact that he was... " Carradine goes for the superlatives. "Quentin Tarantino doesn't beat Hal Ashby, and he's one of my favorite directors. Quentin is incredible. And he's a big cocaine freak, too!" Okay, you want to talk about nervous laughter... (Just for the record, I'm not sure you can tell with 100% certainty from the tape whether Carradine says the present-tense "He's a...." or, possibly, the past-tense "He was a...") The actor continues: "But Hal was a *beep* genius. I don't like anybody to put him down and say the drugs got in the way or anything else, because they didn't get in the way. They got in the way of him living longer, but they did not get in the way of his movies. There is not one movie he made that you cannot say it's one of the best *beep* movies that has ever been made..."
In the midst of all this, I find myself wondering if the audience is rapt because we're watching a train wreck -- to continue with the Guthrie-esque metaphors -- or because it's a wreck coming at us right of what was arguably Hollywood's last golden age, the 1970s, white lines and all. We're witnessing a rumble, but we're also in the presence of lions... very pissy lions. In 30 years, will there be a free-for-all Watchmen panel, and will anybody care if they rip each other's eyes out? But I digress...
"Hal was a *beep* genius," Carradine is repeating, like a mantra. "And so is this guy," he adds, gesturing toward an ungrateful-looking Wexler. "I happen to disagree with the way he felt about Bound for Glory, about the look. And it was beautiful, but it was not what I wanted. I wasn't the boss, right? ... This guy was out there working his *beep* ass off, there's no doubt about it, right? And he wasn't doing exactly what I would have asked him to do. I would have said, turn up the contrast, show the grit under the fingernails, don't make any beauty about it, make it *beep* ugly! And you know what, if he'd done what I told him to do, he would probably have not gotten his Academy Award, because it wouldn't have been pretty. So maybe he was right and I was wrong... Somebody will talk to me about Haskell and I'll say 'Oh yeah, he's the guy who got an Academy Award for ruining my picture.' It's one of my favorite lines, and it gets a laugh. And then I see the picture and I just forget all that." (Arguably.) "Because the picture is just so *beep* great. That's the thing that's amazing to me, is a collaboration between a director and a cameraman and a star who absolutely disagree with each other on almost everything, and yet they make a movie that will be a permanent *beep* classic. Is that okay, Haskell?"
Long pause. Wexler finally responds: "I just want to say that after Bound for Glory I made three or four pictures with Hal Ashby."
Carradine: "And I didn't get to make one!" At last, we all agree, and can laugh together! (Even though Wexler's not laughing.) Hooray!
Even this modest moment of harmony is short-lived. Carradine talks about how the homeless camps they set up for the film were "livable" and attracted people from out of state who actually resided in the tents for a time. Wexler makes faces at the audience, suggesting that everything Carradine is saying is cuckoo. (He also made a coke-snorting motion at one point, though I can't remember when. It might have been when Carradine said that an entire day's worth of work was unusable because too much dust in the Dust Bowl scenes made the shots impenetrably murky -- a memory that Wexler clearly does not buy at all.) Setting the stage for the next battle, Carradine waxes enthusiastic over the use of a hidden "suitcase camera" that allowed the crew to get great takes of the extras in the camp scenes, unaware they were being filmed. This is when Wexler really begins to take offense again, thinking that Carradine is trying to give the camera operators credit for his work.
Carradine: "We had this incredible guy... Do you remember the name of the guy that was the handheld camera guy, that used the suitcase camera?"
Wexler (rising to righteous indignation): "Do I remember it? How do you think it got in this film, David? Who do you think planned it? Who did the shots? Look it, David, you *beep*
Carradine: "I'm not talking about credit, I'm just asking for the guy's name."
"Wait a second, David..."
"What did I do? I just asked for the guy's name."
"Do they (the audience) know what a director of photography does...?" Wexler goes on to list all the collaborative relationships a cinematographer has with other crew key members. "Hearing David with his explanations about all these cameras and the suitcase camera... Where the hell did you get all this expertise?"
Carradine (drolly): "Uh, I was there. My only question was, what's the name of that guy who operated the suitcase camera?
"YOU WERE IN THE TRAILER TILL YOU GOT CALLED OUT!"
"Do you know it?"
"I didn't come here for combat," Wexler announces, deliberately, "but I also didn't come out here to be demeaned for what my contribution to that film is."
"Okay, anyway, since he doesn't know the name of the guy," Carradine goes on, getting a dig in, "he had a suitcase that had a camera in it and he could push it and make it go... " Haskell buries his face in his hands as Carradine goes on a bit more about the glories of the suddenly contentious suitcase camera, which was so brilliantly operated by whatsisname.
Wexler: "I'm gonna give up now. First of all, half the shots in [those scenes] were not from the suitcase..."
Carradine (vindicated): "Half of 'em!"
Wexler: "David, I don't know if I can take any more of this bull."
There is a very pregnant silence. Then Carradine picks up his guitar and starts into a long rendition of Bound for Glory's title song, urging the audience to join in. There is a bare minimum of singing and clapping, but the audience is a little too stunned, if not alienated, for a "Kumbaya" moment.
Carradine starts packing up his guitar, a process that mysteriously seems to go on for minutes as the actor tries to put a more gracious cap on the evening. "We never agreed -- we're sort of like enemies -- but the fact is, I know his *beep* talent, and I know his drive and insistence on making the movie the way it was that got him his Academy Award.... I wish that I'd been able to work with you again. The fact that we don't get along has nothing to do with it, nothing whatsoever. I got along great with your kid! I'm honored to be here," Carradine proclaims, suddenly almost touchingly wistful. "And anybody else that ever wants to do an event for Bound for Glory, I'll be there."
And I'm pretty sure Wexler and Cox won't.
Just in time to send everyone home, Kevin Thomas finds his voice: "I must say, I've got some fresh insights into the collaborative effort of filmmaking." It's an arch comment, but it has some truth to it. As the audience stands to regain its collective existential bearings, Wexler turns to Carradine and says, "I knew you would not disappoint," and -- incredibly, after the passions that have just transpired -- they briefly hug.
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R.I.P. Kane.
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dlop rike fry!
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It will be called Nekromantik 3: The Rise of The Grasshopper
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this read like someone begging to be re-ligitamized by some one else's death. no one gives a shit anymore. they're all just here to watch it burn - and make dick and fat jokes while the cinders smoke out.
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Jun 05, 2009 9:55:22 AM CDT
But, how will we become one with the universe without you?
by _maltheus_
How sad is it that out of the three possibilities, suicide, accident and murder, that I'm rooting for murder? It's oddly enough, the most dignified. Just thank God Master Po isn't alive to see this.
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I think you should respond to that. or at least dickbl00d should
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Jun 05, 2009 9:57:03 AM CDT
LaneMyersClassic -- ummmm he had no shame in life either.
by dannyglovers_dickblood
I hear the man smelled like piss, vomit, and cigarettes. Seriously....how fucking bad do you think his rotten corpse will reek?Dirty old man. It shoulda' been you Quentin....
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Jun 05, 2009 10:12:00 AM CDT
Why should it matter to his family? It wasn't their fault.
by lanemyersclassic
I guess if you make fun of him to their faces, they might get upset. But I doubt any of you juvenile cowards would do that. Where do you think Carradine is right now? On some cloud, or in some fiery pit regretting what he did? Come, come now, children let's stop believing in fanciful tales of heaven and hell. He has already began his new life as a baby somewhere, oblivious to all of this bullshit.
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Couple of points. Yeah, he died, and all human life is precious, blah blah. Take a look at this mans life sometime.
According to his ex-wife, he was a sexual deviant who engaged in dangerous sex-acts, and was involved in a consensual incestuous relationship. (Evidence points to his daughter, Calista)
And now he's been killed while trying to get himself off. In a land where every sexual kink can be catered for, for less than 50 bucks. The cheapskate decided to rub one out for free, and died.
And you wonder why some people here think it's appropriate to laugh?
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So I can... a) Masterbate over his stinking corpse (he'd have liked that I swear). And... b) Fuck his daughter. She must be getting real dry up there without daddy's juice to keep her warm. I only hope they have an open casket so I can pay my respects right. This is not a sickness but a dedicated way of life.
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I've thought Carradine was creepy ever since a friend showed me an article in college (years ago) that had nude photos of Carradine's daughter Calista...taken by Carradine himself. One weird dude. I'm sorry he's dead, but...damn.
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He was a unique soul. He will be missed
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It might not have been intentionally suicidal, but I guess he still died by his own hand.
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Jun 05, 2009 10:52:56 AM CDT
DICKBLOOD and the rest: granted, he may have been a
by lanemyersclassic
shameless perv, but really who gives a fuck? If you are a man, you have probably done pervy things - that just goes with you having a dick. So looking at it that way, you all and Carradine are even. Now, Carradine is a somewhat rich actor who has a vast body of good work that has entertained millions, spanning decades. Whereas you all (Dickblood and the rest) are poor, pathetic losers with nothing to show for in your lives. CARRADINE TRUMPS TALKBACKERS!
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Behind his back and they suspect foul play.
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... but the umbilical cord became wrapped around his neck and he suffocated during the delivery.
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http://www.tmz.com/2009/06/05/carradines-rep-davids-hands-were-tied/
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Jun 05, 2009 11:11:17 AM CDT
yellow and black rope was used... hmm...
by david_carradines_death_spunk
bruce lee's jumpsuit in Game of Death was yellow and black, as was uma's in KB... interesting... DISCUSS!!!
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really..time to remove your nose from Quentins ass..I like the guys films but Harry you make precisely the same mistake Carradine makes in his Kill Bill diary..everyone is kissing quentins ass..even when he makes a shit film.
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I wish I could have a digital Arnie on my computer. I'd make him lift heavy things. I'd dress him up too. He'd look awesome in tight clothes with all those muscles rippling underneath. Yummy!
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See my post above. And BwimBwim, how many children do you know that believe in reincarnation? What do you plan on doing once you get to heaven or hell? Sit around on a couch all day visiting with dead relatives? Playing the Lyre? That will get old in about a week. What will you do with the rest of eternity? You dipshit, don't you know you are nothing but an avatar in a SIMS game? You die, you get a new avatar.
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http://tinyurl.com/killb Yeah...this doesn't jive with what Harry is saying here. Weird.
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That is the end of you. There is no more. Accept it and live free.
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actually he's ONLY dead...you dont know shit about next lives.
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Was it death by strangulation or from a head snap? Was he hanging from a rafter...or was he laying in bed?
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really takes the cake this time..HARRY KNOWS, Harry and Quentin exchanging KNOWING glances.these 'personal' insights Harry offers only demonstrate a delusions of grandeur, not the insight of a film buff.
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So you've died and come back? Wow -- that is a lot of faith in "nothing" after death.
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Jun 05, 2009 11:42:35 AM CDT
Jan-Michael Vincent just moved up a notch in Ho1llywood
by bob cryptonight
And so it goes...
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No, I haven't died and come back. Nobody does. You know it's true, you're just afraid to accept it.
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To those who post such vile and hateful comments...it is the same as speaking them to someone and just because you can hide behind your computer does'nt mean that it won't come back to bite you in the ass. Your time will come as well...
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Dead is not existing and before we were born. How long did we need exist for. It wasn't so bad. I don't remember anything before I was born. That's death. People give too much credit to existing then dying, in either case. Once you're dead you won't exist anymore. I can only suspect that at some point contentiousness must occur. Maybe the deads invisible contentiousness is floating around all over the earth, waiting for a baby to be born, right when a baby comes out of the womb, when it seems to come to life, when the doctor slaps it, ZAP! At that moment your soul enters that baby. Souls don't carry memories though. Souls are just contentiousness, the baby or human rather does the rest.
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Well, my opinion is different. We will have to just agree to disagree...and then see what happens after death (or not). I guess we can talk to the people who physically died, were resuscitated, were brain dead, but then came back to life. You know, like this guy: http://tinyurl.com/soded Anyway, I guess we won't know for sure until it is too late anyway.
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I don't think comedy should be ghettoised, and I think that people have a right to say what they want. I also think that 'sexual deviancy' is in the eye of the beholder and while certain sexual practices may or may not be distasteful to us personally, it's not our place to judge someone we don't know on the basis of their sexual preferences - assuming their are not forcing them onto some unwilling third party. My issue here is the fundamental loathsomeness of the unfeeling, snivelling bastards who think it's funny to sneer at somebody's accidental death. Had he been murdered, would they still be jeering? And so witlessly too; not a single comment on these pages is actually funny on any level whatsoever. Just a bunch of fucking morons revealing themselves to be sorry, braindead mental infants. How sad. How depressing.
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"You all and Carradine are even..." Only in your world LMC, could a dead guy with cords around his neck and junk be even with a bunch of us who are looking forward to going on with our lives.
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I should add that I took your comment comment about this 'consensual incestuous relationship' into account. It's moot; it is an accusation levelled by his embittered ex-wife during divorce proceedings and was never substantiated.
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To come to any conclusions about the cause of Carradine's death. Actual known facts are few and far between. Of course that won't stop the speculations and snide remarks based upon those speculations.
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Invent a suffocation proof harness for auto-erotic asphyxiation. Seriously. Carradine, Michael Hutchens (from INXS), and apparently quite a few high school students over the last few years. Same for the guy who invents actual realistic virtual sex with celebrity likenesses (except that will make trillions).
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Because you don't "know" when your dead, you only "know" when your alive and have a conscientiousness of that. Can you rule out past lives just because you don't remember them? Do you have any memories when you were 2 months old? Probably not, but you were alive - weren't you?
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He's probably cast Matt Damon in the part of Carradine and gotten the shakey cam and cords out to start shooting tonight.
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a dude with a sexual libido. Don't judge lest you be judged. Only you know what pervy things you've done in private.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvHchVJjZG0
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It's not the sex thing...it's the dead thing. I've never done anything that brought me close to the edge of death. Honestly and seriously, why the need to constrict the throat? Isn't a good old fashioned fap enough?
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to do a cameo in the Deathrace remake as the original Frankenstein that Jason Stratham replaces. That would have been an awesome nod to fans of the original film. I didn't think the remake was that bad, but a Carradine cameo would have added a level of awesome to an otherwise undistinguished actioner. Missed opportunity. R.I.P. Frankenstein!
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Jun 05, 2009 12:39:26 PM CDT
Bob that was damn funny. Jan Michael Vincent Gotta Eat!
by snake foreskin
As far as actors go, those guys were kindered spirits. Deliveries as wooden as a board they had about as much personality to boot. And Ernest Borgnine can still walk around touting the Oscar he won for Marty. Poor David Carradine never got his little man statue. Neither did Jan Michael Vincent.
Maybe Jan Michael Vincent can win an Academy Award for playing David Carradine in a biopic. They could call it "Kung Fu Grip: The David Carradine Story". They could market it with a tub of Vaseline with a rope tied around it. Grope On A Rope. -
name is Jason Stratham. Damn!
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The last two humans on earth will be Abe Vigoda and Keith Richards. Oh what a fight that will be.
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I want that known about me! I want that known! I AM DANNYGLOVERS_DICKBLOOD AND I LOVE HUNKS! I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THOSE WELL-MUSCLED STUDS!
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Jun 05, 2009 12:57:52 PM CDT
Did somebody spill water on DG-DB (with O's) or something?
by cellar door
Cause strange things are afoot...at the Circle K.
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I'm only middle aged but when I think about becoming one of those stereotypical old geezers you see at the mall with the plaid shorts and white shoes I feel a little dread ... then I think about old guys like Carradine, William Burroughs, and Tim Leary and know that it is possible to be old and still maintain some level of coolness and that encourages me a little.
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That was a *terrible* interview. She kept saying "yeaaaaaaaah..." in every sentence. What did she expect Denzel to say? I love that confused look he gives her as he walks away.
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And Denzel's has that look of "what do you expect me to say?" She doesn't even get his name right either at first.
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http://lmpblog.tumblr.com/ remove the spaces from the link if necessary
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Jun 05, 2009 2:02:30 PM CDT
ABC news is reporting, it was perhaps Auto-Erotic Asphyxia
by orionsangels
---The mysterious death of actor David Carradine -- perhaps by auto-erotic asphyxia -- focused renewed attention on a practice that is one of the greatest and most dangerous sexual taboos.The 72-year-old actor was found dead in a Thai hotel room closet in an intricate web of ropes -- one around his neck, another around his genitals and the two tied together, according to Thai authorities.
Sex experts say that Carradine's advanced age suggests that he may have been a lifelong practitioner of the secretive and dangerous practice, one that can go fatally awry.
Los Angeles Superior Court documents of Carradine's divorce put online by The Smoking Gun show that his most recent ex-wife, Marina Anderson, accused the actor of "deviant sexual behavior which was potentially deadly." The alleged behavior wasn't described in the court documents.--- If it's true. What a way to go. -
Jun 05, 2009 2:03:44 PM CDT
Yeah Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin, but no one talks about it.
by orionsangels
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But no one wants to think of the King going that way.
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When they do the tributes to those who died. Everyone should stand up and make the jerk off move with their hands. Talk about going down with no dignity. In a closet with a rope around your neck and balls. LMFAO!!! I felt bad until I read the latest updates. This is now funny.
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I was aware of his other stuff like Circle of Iron and Kung Fu but never watched it. I always thought of him as the Pat Boone of martial arts so I never bothered. Are the worth checking out? Anything else he did worth a damn?
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Will certainly be dying from jerking off with a rope around his neck and balls.
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Jun 05, 2009 3:08:32 PM CDT
Autoertotic Asphixiation........................................
by crackerfarmboy
What a tool! What a shitty way to be found dead. Whatever happened to good old fashioned lesbian anal internet porn and 4 tissues?
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What a way to go!
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Seriously. Read about the influx of the squares thinking all these teenage boys are hanging themselves with their belts on their bedroom door knobs. I remember people wondering why Michael Hutchens would kill himself. He'd just had a baby girl with his wife/girlfriend, was going to record a new album blah blah blah...well, that's cause he didn't commit suicide you puritan denial-obsessive children in adult bodies (not you, the media who wondered why).I'm old enough to remember when you NEVER admitted to beating the bishop but in a couple decades we've totally moved on to where most people will readily admit it...but we seem to prefer to pretend that we don't do anything like that as a *society*.Silly wabbit, trix are for kids. Sigh.
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I don't get this weird sex shit.
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Would have made a better headline here i mean going by the aicn twang.
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I agree. You could say he went out with a HANG!
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why is it the douchebags always survive?
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You really are quite the entertaining individual. More please!
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i imagine this was the worst thing that could happen to their publicity at any rate. i foresee a dropdown in sales of autoasphixiation demands in the near future.
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Carradine hangs himself up by his body parts, but Jeff drinks double his own weight in alcohol and still lives.
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If we're lucky one day we'll all die too!
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He turned everyone's heads in Kill Bill and went right to phone book commercials. I will never figure that one out. But RIP...much respect.
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Uma Thurman, went from Poison Ivy to Tarentino, to never heard from again.
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My father went the same way.
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only viagra or this is gonna get your dick up
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but this one had way to many "one time me and..." moments in it.
But I still applaud anyone who goes beyond the standard cut/paste from the AP wire.
The last paragraph may have been sappy, but it was genuine, and I'll take a genuine article over a stale MSNBC newsbit every single day. -
Nice reference there, duct tape.
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Hilarious scene in that flick.
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Jun 05, 2009 11:50:16 PM CDT
Can't wait for Harry to also die of autoerotic asphyx...
by ricarleite2
... c'mon, Yoko, stop sucking the fat fuck's smegma and kill him to get the website and money. We all know this is your goal;
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a career long in decline. A few years ago, my girlfriend and I attended a Cleveland convention. Carradine, looking pretty loaded, was seated at a table; a hastily composed cardboard sign pitched Carradine as "Your dinner guest. High bidder can invite David Carradine to dinner." The bidder was also required to pay for both meals, of course. Booze bill included. I'm sorry about his professional contretemps. I think that Carradine was an underrated actor (sample sudsy episodes of NORTH AND THE SOUTH [Carradine cut the cheese with his sneering misogny]...or Larry Cohen's "Q" {"What the fuck do I know?"]...DEATH RACE 2000 (criminally underrated film)...BOXCAR BERTHA (vintage Marty; and Barbara Hershey is STILL hot)...was great in a pointless TV remake of JOHNNY BELINDA...hey, I liked some of his whacked-out Corman stuff. He should be remembered as a B-movie icon and underrated actor...but, Dave, why couldn't you just have died in your sleep? Or get sideblinded drunk and dump yourself into a shark tank? TV comedians may be ready to really roll with this one ("Dave Carradine hangs 'em high...") Scratch that one, even I hate it. It's been a bizarre life...but one astray of the pampered bullshit that feeds the tabloids. You were truly an original...and that's truly cool when you reflect upon Hollywood's generic seed pod psyche.
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effort to heft up his old tired cock.
drugs.
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Some reports out with the family saying foul play, alleging that amongst other appendages with rope around them, his hand were tied behind his back. Kind of defeats the purpose of auto erotic asphyxiation, doesn't it? Really tragic end for a very cool man.
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But hey, you takes your chances with the chokey-wanks.
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Seriously there are some fucked up and appaling human beings who visit this website.You know who you are. Your lives suck because you know absolutely nothing about filmmaking and just trash anything harry says cos you are jealous.Carradine's family are grieving enough without your moronic and juvenile bullshit. Aren't you big men writing degrading stuff at the other end of a computer keyboard. Grow up losers.
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fuck off wanker.
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There's usually a space between the full stop and the start of the next sentence.
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immediately. Way to jump on internet rumors to befoul the memory of the recently deceased jackasses.
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That was fucking brilliant... just awesome. Wish I was there to witness it, especially living so close. I think the only way I'd get to those events more often and all the shit at the Aero is if I actually lived on Montana, but L.A. driving and parking drives me fucking nuts coming from Hoboken, New Jersey. Anyway, I always thought Wexler took himself a little too seriously, and didn't he once say something to the effect that he could have directed every single film that he photographed better than the actual directors? That's fucking bullshit... I'm not taking anything away from cinematographers, but the reason they become D.P.'s half the time is because they don't have the patience or the people skills to deal with actors and all the disparate personalities on the set. They always have that self-conscious tension of not being appreciated enough or taken seriously enough... unless they're European, which accounts for the other half of cinematographers! What the fuck is it with American D.P.'s anyway? Actually, that's probably true of American artists is that they generally take themselves a bit too seriously... look at rock bands - Axel Rose, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain... and then compare them to, say, Mick Jagger, Joe Strummer, and David Bowie. There's definitely a difference in the ability to cope with everything and put it at a distance or not be so self-serious. Other than that, I think it sounded like Carradine could be like Brando, in that he liked to wind people up, and knew that Wexler was an easy target, and so he went for the jugular in front of a live audience. I actually agree that the movie should have been grittier looking and less of a look back... it would have made the message immediate instead of putting it at a distance as it does. You could go either way, they're both valid, but I'd have preferred it to be grittier, like Carradine said. By the way, I hate this obit and love the AP newswire ones... there's a fine line between delusions of grandeur/seemingly making it more about yourself, and doing what Peter Bogdanovich did in 'Who the Hell's In It?" Harry steps right the fuck over it without the least bit of irony.
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David Carradine: A Reminiscence
a cold wind
riffles through the weeds
for the grasshopper
You always sought some enigmatic, hero status, to be something iconic and symbolic, a figure with resonance. You were Atahualpa, Inca prince captured by Pizarro and executed by garotte by the Spanish to bring to an end the Inca Empire. You were Shane, a mysterious gunfighter who drifts in, takes a bullet to save the valley for the simple ranchers, and drifts away again. You were Woody Guthrie, folk hero and genius balladeer, always on the losing side, but gritty and full of ironic integrity, convinced to the end that you and yours would overcome. In your most famous role, you were the biblically named Caine, master of Kung Fu, and esoteric wanderer whose repentant search for meaning and goodness was an inspirational throwback for millions of TV viewers in a soulless, post atomic, modern world. Finally, you were the mysterious, ageless Bill, aficionado of occult violence and balletic death, and fatalistic target for the new, vengeful, female anti-hero, for whom there are not yet any limits.
There must have been lines that ran between these roles and your personal life. However, they were invisible to me. When you walked through our door you were just a young actor from a famous family, with a French Canadian girlfriend, Jennie, who had waitressed with my wife, Barbara, in New York. Remember? The two of you would come down to Venice for a swim, and use our place as your changing room. Those afternoons it was as if a whirlwind had struck, leaving heaps of wet sand, soggy towels and empty liquor bottles behind, to lie amid the receding echoes of your strong talk and laughter. You may not even remember.
I was back there, about a year ago, to 37 ½ Ozone Avenue. The house still exists, on the back of the lot. It’s uninhabited and derelict, but though the doors are chained and the windows are dark, there is a beautiful vine with blood red flowers growing over the ridge of the roof and its shriveled, dusty shingles, giving it some grace. Otherwise, it looks much as it did when we all walked away from there ca 1968. I may be the only one who has ever looked back, and I have no idea where Barbara or Jennie are today.
a beach wind
has folded the towels
and covered them in forgetful sand
We all know, however, where you are. You moved long ago into a kind of mythic status in the popular imagination, and the many notes of condolence on your official website attest to the power and influence you have had on many lives. Considering that most of your best roles contained lingering notes of an unending mystery, there is something not entirely surprising about the puzzling circumstances in which you died. I’m sure that whatever it really was will be kept from us. We won’t really need to know, anyway. Mankind, as the poet says, cannot bear very much reality.
roll up the grass
and put out the sun
exit the grasshopper
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Old man aint what he used to be. When he mentioned the idea of introducing small rodents to the equation, the 9-year old Thai sex slave finally had heard an seen enough and drew the line. He was seen running buck naked through the halls of the hotel afterward screaming that "he just kill Bill, he just kill Bill!"
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as per south park's post-death defecation theory.
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Why don't you go fuck your mother some more.
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I had to say it.
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It's one of my all time faves. Carradine agreed to a supporting role and steals the movie. Check it out if you haven't seen it. One of Walter Hill's best.
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From totalfilm..
"Though Warren Beatty was originally offered the part, Tarantino, it would seem, always wanted Carradine as the lethal leader.
''It was Warren who said, 'Why don't you hire David?''' Carradine told Entertainment Weekly ''Because Quentin just kept talking about me all the time, and Warren just got sick of it.'' ".
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He was well hung.
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Jun 08, 2009 10:05:12 AM CDT
so apparently he was killed by Kung Fu assassins now
by kevin_costners_recycled_piss
http://uk.movies.yahoo.com/08062009/5/carradine-killed-kung-fu-assassins-0.html
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"all about himself." Did you really expect any different? Harry is a talentless hack; a highly-paid shill and studio mouthpiece who couldn't write himself out of a wet paper bag.
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What a phony that guy is.
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