For some reason, I haven't been able to stop thinking about this, all day long in bits and pieces.
First I watched him every week in high school [ circa 1973] as Quai Chang, a young oriental priest wandering around barefoot in the old west. Apparently people in the US still wanted westerns, but something a bit more trendy than, say, Matt Dillon and his week by week, extremely chaste relationship with heavily made up saloon owner Miss Kitty Russell. Miss Russell had hair the same colour as Ronald McDonald as I recall, and it was hard to take either her or Matt or the Cartwright brothers too seriously. Times were changing and apparently seventies viewers needed mysticism and incense along with their gun fights and horse thievery.
I loved both the old west component [having grown up watching Bonanza and Gunsmoke ] and the hip barefoot priest who always responded to brutal threats with halting speech - like Captain Kirk but without all the whirling around and sweaty intensity. Chang was humble and wise, often staring out into the horizon with a level gaze. This silence often lasted several seconds, eventually causing the outlaw to casually look off in the distance too, to see what Chang might be staring at. The longer the silence, the more profound you knew the response would be. Whatever Taoist homily he then uttered would hang in the desert air, heavy and fraught with universal meaning- ready to change the lives of anybody within hearing distance. By that time whatever cringing bully he confronted was starting to look confused and a bit embarrassed. After this manner, Chang hardly ever had to fight anybody.
Sure, the scripts were written by a small group of Chinese Presbyterians in Burbank. But their odd scripts and likable modeling of Chang provided us with the first prime time cowpoke pacifist - an icon that would be recognised for generations. I was crushed when Kung Fu got cancelled.
I also loved how sleazy Carradine could become in his apartment- janitor role of Leroy Jessup. The Bad Seed was an eighties remake of a fifties film about a little girl who was born evil. Carradine matches wits with the devil child, and you can't decide who's actually more creepy.
Somebody mentioned his host job on Wild West Tech, too - a stint I completely enjoyed and I think I've seen every episode at least twice.
As for his Kill Bill role - I never went to see the movies, having been put off mightily by the title. I don't have a clue about either of them.
Bless his troubled soul. I hope he is at rest now.
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A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is just putting on its shoes - Mark Twain