In some ways he was my favorite Carradine. Robert's boyish charm always won me over in whatever movie he happened to be in.
Most think of Revenge of the Nerds when Robert Carradine comes up. I'm well aware of the movie's offensive elements, but I will always cherish the memory of seeing it on a warm night at the drive-in. The opening feature was Bachelor Party.
Others think of The Big Red One or Coming Home. Maybe even The Lizzie McGuire Movie. May God have mercy on us all.
Me, I go right to the classic Roger Corman/New World Pictures Carradine appeared in. Robert was in the cross-country road race comedy, Cannonball, directed by the great Paul Bartel. He had a small but important role in the searing Jackson County Jail. Robert Carradine had top billing in TAG: The Assassination Game.
There were other top quality drive-in pctures that acted in: Revenge of the Cheerleaders. Massacre at Central High. The Pom Pom Girls.
Robert Carradine improved any movie he was in.
Early word tells us he committed suicide. That breaks my heart. I think of his infectious grin, the joy he brought to his roles. Then I consider the darkness behind the smiles.
It's not like I was a Robert Carradine groupie or anything. I had no idea he suffered from bipolar disorder. Maybe no one did. Many suffer in silence.
Robert Carradine came from a prestigious line of important figures. His father, John, was a horror icon. Elder brother David enraptured an entire generation as Quai Chang Caine in Kung Fu. Brother Keith was brilliant in Pretty Baby, Nashville, Choose Me, and dozens of other movies. All three appeared in Walter Hill's fact-based Western, The Long Riders.
Martha Plimpton, a favorite of mine from The Mosquito Coast, Pecker, Beautiful Girls, and Running on Empty, is Robert's niece.
I always thought Robert Carradine would be good in a Frank Zappa biopic. He has the looks, but something would have had to be done for his voice. I guess Adam Driver will have to do it.
Goodbye, Robert. People thought of you as a nerd, but to me you were cool as shit.
Written by Mark Sieber
Most think of Revenge of the Nerds when Robert Carradine comes up. I'm well aware of the movie's offensive elements, but I will always cherish the memory of seeing it on a warm night at the drive-in. The opening feature was Bachelor Party.
Others think of The Big Red One or Coming Home. Maybe even The Lizzie McGuire Movie. May God have mercy on us all.Me, I go right to the classic Roger Corman/New World Pictures Carradine appeared in. Robert was in the cross-country road race comedy, Cannonball, directed by the great Paul Bartel. He had a small but important role in the searing Jackson County Jail. Robert Carradine had top billing in TAG: The Assassination Game.
There were other top quality drive-in pctures that acted in: Revenge of the Cheerleaders. Massacre at Central High. The Pom Pom Girls.
Robert Carradine improved any movie he was in.
Early word tells us he committed suicide. That breaks my heart. I think of his infectious grin, the joy he brought to his roles. Then I consider the darkness behind the smiles.
It's not like I was a Robert Carradine groupie or anything. I had no idea he suffered from bipolar disorder. Maybe no one did. Many suffer in silence.
Robert Carradine came from a prestigious line of important figures. His father, John, was a horror icon. Elder brother David enraptured an entire generation as Quai Chang Caine in Kung Fu. Brother Keith was brilliant in Pretty Baby, Nashville, Choose Me, and dozens of other movies. All three appeared in Walter Hill's fact-based Western, The Long Riders.
Martha Plimpton, a favorite of mine from The Mosquito Coast, Pecker, Beautiful Girls, and Running on Empty, is Robert's niece.
I always thought Robert Carradine would be good in a Frank Zappa biopic. He has the looks, but something would have had to be done for his voice. I guess Adam Driver will have to do it.
Goodbye, Robert. People thought of you as a nerd, but to me you were cool as shit.
Written by Mark Sieber
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