It was with a heavy heart that I heard of the passing of the ultra-idiosyncratic, independent-minded actor, singer and playwright Karen Black this week. From counterculture emblem to '70s TV star and finally cult phenomenon, she had a truly remarkable career. Even when she was appearing in pretty miserable direct-to-video dross, she gave it her all. Sometimes too much -- which is what made her so wonderful.
Karen had been in and out of my life since I was a teenager. She's one of the reasons I started Weird Movie Village four years ago. I've seen her in concert, in plays, even at the grocery store. I participated in the crowd funding of her experimental cancer treatment, and I was thrilled to see the outpouring of support and love she received from her fans. I'm sure she was touched too. Unfortunately, she couldn't gain back enough strength to make the arduous trip to Europe, and she lost her valiant battle on Thursday, August 8.
Born Karen Ziegler in Park Ridge, Illinois, she attended Northwestern University at age 15 (!) and left two years later. Show business beckoned -- at 20 she appeared in a small role in future goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis' "The Prime Time." In the late 1960s and early 70s, she was the toast of the independent film scene. She appeared in "Easy Rider," "Five Easy Pieces" and "Portnoy's Complaint," which led to more mainstream roles in films like "Day of the Locust" (which she says sabotaged her A-list career) and "Airport 1975" (as the cross-eyed flight attendant who is forced to land the plane).
She made almost 200 movies, including Hitchcock's last, "Family Plot." She worked with Robert Altman in two of his best films, "Nashville" and "Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean." In the former, she showed off her singing abilities (and was nominated for a Grammy!) as Connie White, the second-tier country singer seeking to dethrone mentally collapsing superstar Barbara Jean (Ronee Blakley).
Other career highlights include appearing with Bette Davis and Oliver Reed in "Burnt Offerings," a 1976 Dan Curtis film that should've been so much better. She also costarred with Divine (in a rare out-of-drag role) in the sleazy and fun 1989 murder mystery "Out of the Dark." She worked in movies by such diverse filmmakers as Henry Jaglom, Ruggero Deodato, Rob Zombie…the list goes on and on. And a band was named after her...The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black.
I first saw her in person in concert at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel in the late 1980s, performing an evening of some of her original songs mixed with standards. Her version of "Eleanor Rigby" was wild. If there are angels, there certainly must be crazy ones, and now she can join their choir. Here she is performing it in February of last year:
Anyhow, the Roosevelt show was supposed to open with her asleep in bed. The lights would rise, the bed would be wheeled out onto the stage, and she would sit up and begin to sing. The tech team blew the cues, though -- the lights didn't come up and she had to lay back down and start all over again. Cruel audience members came to jeer, which pissed me off, so I applauded as loud as I could to counteract their idiocy. I understood what she was doing -- it was a Karen Black performance piece, strange and funny and beautiful.
She had an unusual singing voice. How can I best explain it? Let's say she sang the way she lived; she allowed her octaves complete freedom to go wherever they wanted.
My next Black encounter was the Fangoria Weekend of Horrors when she was on a panel promoting "House of 1000 Corpses" with Bill Moseley, Sid Haig and director Rob Zombie. Zombie was still embroiled in a battle with Universal to release the film unrated rather than cutting it for an R. Everyone was having a good time talking about the making of the film, including Karen.
In 2004 I was shopping at my neighborhood Pavilions grocery store in Sherman Oaks. As I walked through the store, I was stunned to see someone who looked so much like her. I did a double-take and realized it was indeed her. Later, standing in line at the checkout, I saw her heading directly toward me, crossed eyes and all. My heart beat faster -- was she going to say something significant to me? Alas, at the last moment, she turned her attention to the cashier and sharply inquired, "Where's the aluminum foil?" Oh, well -- at least I got my close-up.
Then, in 2007, I saw her in "The Missouri Waltz," her play writing debut, a "drama with music" set in the 1970s about a young woman who returns to her family home, pregnant and unmarried and unsure what to do with the baby. She is guided by her two ghostly aunts (Black and Dana Peterson) who'd died in a car wreck a few years before and now haunt the house. Black wrote some good monologues but the second act collapses into a running-in-and-out-of-doors sequence. The songs by Harriett Schock were pretty poor, but Karen enthusiastically trilled them out with her free-range voice.
And the other important Weird Movie Village denizen Linda Blair is in the film, too, playing the kid who needs a transplant and is serenaded by nun Helen Reddy!
Goodbye, Karen. You were enjoyed.