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David Carradine as Woody Guthrie in
Bound for Glory
In 2004, I had lunch with the late David Carradine as part of my research for the book Being Hal Ashby: Life of a Hollywood Rebel. Carradine, of course, had one of his great screen roles working under Ashby when he played Woody Guthrie in Bound for Glory (1976). Carradine, as I discovered at our meal, was the epitome of cool in real life as well as on the big screen. He had a natural presence, undeniably macho but also understated. He had a great sense of humor, didn’t take himself too seriously, and was a master raconteur. Though he was a prolific actor who seldom took a day off, he was still generous and approachable, and would always return your calls.
A few months ago, I was organizing a Hal Ashby tribute event at the Sarasota Film Festival. I called David, who remembered our conversation almost five years back and said he would love to attend the tribute. Then a problem arose: the event was right in between two acting jobs, and the movie he was working on was behind schedule, making it almost impossible for him to attend. Though there was nothing in it for him except paying tribute to the man he once said was the greatest director he’d ever worked with, Carradine did his best to find a way to make it work with his schedule. Ultimately, despite everybody’s efforts, he was sadly still unable to come, but had shown himself to be a true stand-up guy.
To mark his passing, we are running below two extracts from Being Hal Ashby: Life of a Hollywood Rebel which recount Carradine’s involvement in Bound for Glory. The first details how Carradine first was chosen to be the lead in the big screen adaptation of folk legend Woody Guthrie’s memoir:
David Carradine, then best known for the Kung Fu television series, heard about Bound for Glory from Barbara Seagull Hershey, his ex-wife, and immediately called his manager to get an audition. Ashby initially laughed at the idea, but when Carradine’s manager insisted, “David is Woody Guthrie!” and explained he had long coveted the role, he gave him a chance. “Hal didn’t want me,” says Carradine, “but I went in and knocked him flat.” Carradine turned up with his guitar and played songs and told stories and jokes for the whole afternoon.
Much as Ashby liked Carradine, he looked nothing like Guthrie and was far too tall. “He told me that if I were six years younger and six inches shorter, he would hire me right on the spot,” Carradine recalls of his second meeting with Ashby. “I told him I’d do the part with my knees bent.” Six weeks after their first meeting, Ashby had offered the role to Richard Dreyfuss, but Dreyfuss had asked for more money; and the folk singer Tim Buckley, whom director Henry Jaglom had suggested to Ashby, had tragically died of a drug overdose. So Ashby called in Carradine and had Haskell Wexler shoot a screen test. Ashby had moved from Appian Way (after the house had become too full of editing equipment) out to Malibu Colony and now lived with [his girlfriend Mimi] Machu and Sean, her ten-year-old son by Sonny Bono, right on the beach. Carradine also lived in Malibu and used to run along the beach past Ashby’s house every day, refusing to let Ashby forget him. “One time he leaned out the window and said, ‘Hey, why don’t you come in and say hello?’” Carradine recalls. “I hung out with him a lot as a result, and I realized, ‘If I just keep running past Hal’s house, I’ll get the part.’” Ashby later recalled it was Warren Beatty who pointed out that Carradine had “the right ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude” that he was looking for. Ashby knew that he was not making a documentary, that nobody would look like Guthrie and be able to act and sing, and that Carradine having the spirit of Woody Guthrie was more than enough.
Medavoy and the other UA brass were far from convinced as Carradine was a television actor with a reputation for being difficult to work with and not the big name they were hoping for. Out of respect for Ashby, they agreed to at least look at Carradine’s screen test; as [screenwriter Robert] Getchell puts it, they “came to jeer and stayed to cheer.” Apparently, after only thirty seconds of the test, Ashby’s decision to cast Carradine was fully endorsed.
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Carradine and Hal Ashby during production
In the second extract from Being Hal Ashby,we follow Carradine as he takes on his biggest screen role so far:
Despite his reputation for being difficult, Carradine was on his best behavior during Bound for Glory and later called Ashby the best director he had ever worked with. Still reeling from his recent breakup with Barbara Hershey, at the start of filming he was, by his own account, “virtually suicidal” but felt that he “should finish this great film before . . . [doing] anything about it, and then see.” His moods were unpredictable, and he could go from being charming and talkative to being nonverbal for days on end. Ashby knew that Carradine related to Woody enough not to need too much guidance but still found ways to support his actor. “Hal would be right beside the camera,” says Carradine, “and I used to actually play my dialogue to him rather than to whoever I was talking to because I’d get this feedback from him. Hal’s basic element in his directing was that he would watch while you were working and seemed to be looking at you like you were an absolutely phenomenal actor, like ‘God, that’s so great.’ And that made you feel like it was, and it moved you up a notch.”
To make him feel fully included in the filmmaking process, Ashby invited Carradine to watch the rushes with him every day. On top of the large amount of film Ashby was shooting, there was, Carradine says, “all this extra footage that Haskell would shoot every day because he’d go out and shoot with his own camera and shoot trains going by and migrant workers and stuff like that, and there was lots of it.” With 6 a.m. starts most days, Carradine decided one night that he’d had enough and was getting up to go when he heard Ashby’s voice behind him gently say, “Oh, givin’ up, are you?” “So I sat through just about three hours of dailies every night for nineteen weeks,” says Carradine, “and saw every foot of film that was shot.”
Only once, when some migrant workers marched past, did Carradine play to his rebellious image. “David started marching with them,” Ashby recalled. “By the time we found him, he was two miles away; and he had held up shooting for three hours.” [Producer Robert F.] Blumofe was angry with Carradine, whose stunt had cost them time and money.
“Aw, come on,” Carradine said. “It’s what Woody would have done.”
Blumofe let a smile creep across his face because it was exactly what Guthrie would have done. Many of Guthrie’s living relatives, including his first two wives, Mary and Marjorie, and most of his children, visited the set during filming and expressed their approval of how the film was being made. Carradine, whom they had felt was unusual casting, received the ultimate compliment when Guthrie’s son Joady declared, “He’s got Woody’s vibes.”

I am a blogger on the scene in Bangkok at the hotel where Carradine died and am blogging about this on http://magickpapers.com/blog ICON OF AN AMERICAN FILM DYNASTY BY ANTONIO PINEDA The announcer for the BBC breaks the story on TV. David Carradine was found dead in the Swiss Hotel on Soi Nailert. The film star was found in the closet of his room bound by curtain rope around his neck, and the inference is that his genitals were bound as well. The news ran through the Bangkok film colony like a forest fire. I consult investigative journalist David Walker. He is also a screenwriter and author of the cult classic book, Hello My Big Big Honey. Walker is at the hotel. He has already led a CBS crew to legendary film producer-director David Winters penthouse office. Winters is a dear friend of Carradine from their glory days in Hollywood. Walker wants to see the surveilance tapes. No chance Bagger Vance. Dr. Pornthip, a colorful Thai forensic scientist is on the scene at the hotel. Walker says Pornthip, who is famous for sporting many hued punk hair styles and is a bit of a celebrity,delares the case to be death by auto sexual strangulation. I roll up to Winters penthouse office. He is devastated by the tragic loss of a dear friend. He has not slept. CBS and People Magazine have already come by to solicit intelligence. David is shocked by the tawdry inferrences. He has spoken to 3 of Carradines agents. The agents declare that Carradine was on the roll of a lifetime. Quentin Tarantino redefined the 72 year old actor in Kill Bill. Carradine recieved a Golden Globe nomination for his work with Tarantino. The actor of the classic cult TV series Kung Fu had starred in 13 motion pictures since Kill Bill. His salary was in the stratosphere. The strange circumstances of the verdict by auto- sexual strangulation trouble Winters. It takes two to tango. Why indeed would a man of his talent take his own life alone. Bangkok is known as a city with love for sale. Film people come here to shoot and avail themselves of the pleasures to be found in the gilded city of sin. Kinky sex is no big deal. Could this be a coverup for a sex robbery murder. The Royal Thai Police have shut the door on this case all too quickly. The tourist industry has been severely damaged by the recession and political instability. The murder of a famous film star would be a final nail in the coffin of the tourism industry. Winters says that Carradine, son of John , iconic members of an American cinema dynasty were above the fray. David Carradine was according to Winters a consumate gentleman, a brilliant actor, and a man for all seasons. I run into local film producer Tom Waller at a reception hosted by the Italian Embassy. Tom does not believe in the verdict of death by auto-sexual strangulation. He concludes that it was a sex robbery gone wrong, and that to cover the motives the body had been arranged to fit the profile of death by auto- sexual strangulation, a theory once confined to the genre of novels classified as psychological thrillers. The denizens of the film colony in Bangkok are incredulous at the grisly circumstances of the sad demise of this brilliant talent. The reception is attended by beaucoup des artistes and cineastes. Film critic Nick Palevski and I schmooze at the bar. Between glasses of vino rosso and spumante Nick expresses his distaste for the tawdy belching of the media and press. He is the critic for Auteur, a web site devoted to film criticism. He can not believe the shabby and sensational manner in which this case is being exploited. In no way is this story meant to impugn the reputation of the Royal Thai Police, their meritorious service is well known. Nor is it meant to slander the bereaved Carradine family. The American Embassy has issued a statement wishing the family the best in this tragic moment, embassy staff have no other conclusion re this case except the finding of the body. Aristotelian logic might conclude that something is rotten in Denmark. Western countries would conduct a far more sophisticated investigation. The epilogue is delivered by my dear friend in Santa Monica Martin Zweiback. He is a writer- producer director with 50 years of credits in Hollywood. Martin scrpted the original Kung Fu series and is a close friend of David Carradine. Martin is a gentleman of class and distinction. He often graces the Bangkok film colony with his presence. It is fitting that a cineaste of his stature have the final word in this affair. I recieved this e mail from Martin, and with all due respect to this fine bloke it is represented here below as a final testament to this sordid affair. Antonio, my friend, Sorry I've been neglectful about keeping in touch of late. Thinking about Carradine this day, I recall when writing the Kung Fu show, how often his image inspired the words, and how much depth he brought to them. They sometimes had to pour him onto the set but he never read a line wrong. He was a gifted and underrated actor. I saw him at a screening of Kill Bill not too long ago. He seemed vibrant and clearly excited by the "second chance" Tarantino's film had given him. Suicide in the middle of shooting a movie at this point in his life just doesn't compute -- but it does remind us to count our Blessings, Gifts, and Challenges -- and be careful what we wish for. With All Good Thoughts, Martin more to follow on http://magickpaperrs.com/blog