RIP Karen Black (1939 - 2013)

[Scooter]

They don’t make actors like Karen Black anymore.

Sorry if that sentiment is too acutely pithy, but it’s now literally true. Karen Black died Wednesday, due to complications from cancer. She was 74.

Black leaves behind a rich, wildly diverse cinematic legacy.

Appearing in over 100 films, Black emerged as part of the New Hollywood cinema of the 1960s and early 1970s. She co-starred in Easy Rider, Nashville, Drive, He Said, The Day Of The Locust and, most notably, Five Easy Pieces, for which she netted an Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actress.

She was simultaneously a mainstay of American genre and cult cinema of the era, popping up in Capricorn One, Killer Fish, Airport 1975, Burnt Offerings and the weirdo bilingual Canadian cop thriller Pyx (basically the original Bon Cop, Bad Cop).

She was a fixture, Karen Black, fading in and out of obscurity, eventually recuperated by Rob Zombie in his arch-genre movie sendup House Of 1000 Corpses. She’s been in just about every kind of movie. She was even in Alfred Hitchcock’s last movie, appearing opposite Drive, He Said co-star Bruce Dern in The Family Plot.

Black was able to invest serious dramas with a level of everyman (or everywoman, or everyperson) pathos. This was especially true in Five Easy Pieces, where she played an aspiring country singer waitress, a character whose down-to-earth earnestness was exploited by Jack Nicholson’s slumming, wannabe blue collar rich kid. She played a similar character in Robert Altman’s Nashville – a dolled-up country singer of questionable talent, drawing her power from her font of good intentions.

In both films, her character was disabused by the cruelty of the world around her: the cruelty of a fickle music scene, the cruelty of fickle men. But the joke was never on Black. Solemn, aww shucks sweet, even kind of goofy looking with her wide, wandering eyes, Karen Black was a vessel for the viewer’s sympathies in a cinema defined by its caustic cynicism. As a performer in these particular films, she served as a kind of reverse voodoo-doll: sadly affectless, defeated, and receptive to all our sadness, as much an object of pity as a beacon of redemption, a bastion of sensitivity in a callous world.

There was always something unpretentious and disarming about her performances that made you want to watch, even when she chose B (or even C) movies as vehicles.

[Lord Jim]

This is from one of my favorites...

A 1975 made for TV movie called Trilogy Of Terror (It was produced by Dan Curtis, who created the original Dark Shadows series) She spends about a half an hour getting chased around her apartment by a really creepy Killer Doll:

[Gob]

[youtube]uzAB9CDqZOg‎[/youtube]

Loved this scene.

[Lord Jim]

There appears to be a problem....

[Gob]

Wired...here's the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzAB9CDqZOg

[Scooter]

This is from one of my favorites...

A 1975 made for TV movie called Trilogy Of Terror (It was produced by Dan Curtis, who created the original Dark Shadows series) She spends about a half an hour getting chased around her apartment by a really creepy Killer Doll:

I remember watching that movie when it originally broadcast, it scared the crap out of me as a kid, and I've never been able to track it down again.

[Lord Jim]

Here you go Scooter:

[Scooter]

(I mean that is the most manly way, of course)

[TPFKA@W]

OMG I am still afraid of dolls!