|The one and only, COUNT YORGA.|
I have followed the online the trials and tribulations of actor Robert Quarry for many years. From being victimized by a con artist poising as a fan, to being rescued by caring admirers into the safety of the Motion Picture home. Thanks to the personal generosity of men like producer Fred Olen Ray (whose heart is as big as the sky), when Quarry died on February 20th, 2009, it was with the knowledge he was loved and respected by literally thousands of his fans and peers both in and out of the movie industry.
Bob had been on my mind a number of times during the four years I have remained out of the loop since leaving LA. There was a time as the 1970s ended and the 1980s took full swing that Bob Quarry was more like Uncle Bob to his friends – if by “uncle” you meant Keith Moon’s outrageously antic performance as Uncle Ernie in TOMMY, that is! I have already penned a memoir about those times entitled “The Bitter Tears of Count Yorga” in the July 2007 installment of my monthly column Camp David over at Films in Review, but I would like to take this opportunity to bring to light my impression of what Robert Quarry was like before the personal disasters took their toll. As I was reading the dozens of threads on the Internet from fans who met Bob over the last ten years, I began to realize that the Robert Quarry being discussed bore little resemblance to the man I knew and partied with in the mid-1980s in West Hollywood.
The Robert Quarry in those days was a savvy, worldly actor at the top of his game, enjoying a night on the town. As I have already written in the Camp David piece, I was introduced to Bob by fellow actor Richard Deacon during his birthday party at a dinner club on the strip.We hit it off and phone numbers were exchanged. From that came a lasting friendship that was based on having the same lifestyle with active interests in all things showbiz.
|Robert Quarry and Robert Wagner in "A Kiss Before Dying."|
Occasionally, Bob would enjoy watching one of his old films if it happened to show up on the tube. My favorite memory of watching a film with him was night they ran A KISS BEFORE DYING on the "Nine O' Clock Movie." Bob set this one up by saying, “I was younger than springtime and stupider than shit if memory serves. Joanne (Woodward) was and is a close personal friend from that picture, and RJ (Wagner) was such a pretty boy that it was hard to take him seriously in those days.” At one point, the actress Virginia Leith appeared on screen, and Bob looked over at me and said, “Would you believe that girl is now remembered by the fans as THE BRAIN THAT WOULD NOT DIE while I am now and ever shall be COUNT YORGA VAMPIRE!! What kind of a crazy fucking business is this?”
I called him once when they ran HOUSE OF BAMBOO as I was taping it for Cameron Mitchell, and he said, “Well don’t bother making me a copy. If you cough you’ll miss me – I am in it that much”. I do believe he liked watching some of his work, although from what I am told, that changed in later years.
|Bob guest starring on "The Rockford Files."|
As many of his fans know, Bob was a gourmet cook who loved to give dinner parties at home, or he would pack up his pots and pans and do it at your place if that is what the party called for. This always fascinated me. Bob and Vincent Price had so many things in common and yet they never really connected after those two films (DR. PHIBES RISES AGAIN and MADHOUSE) that they did together in London. Bob knew that I was in touch with Price, and so he explained that in spite of what I may have heard, Bob admired Price both as a movie star as well as a erudite, cultured man in private life. “We were put at odds by the bastard Sam Arkoff and his slimy errand boy Deke Hayward,” Quarry explained.
|Quarry and Vincent Price in "Dr. Phibes Rises Again."|
These last few years have created a flood of memories with all the parties and dinners at my place or his in North Hollywood where he lived with his mother Mabel, whom he sometimes referred to as “Mimi.” She occupied her own quarters as his apartment was more like a duplex; this allowed him some privacy, yet he could keep an eye on her as well. Bob was a good son in every way. I remember how my heart went out to him when she was getting weaker. He called me one afternoon from the hospital, and I could tell he was worried.
“The doctor asked me if I would mind if they called a priest in to give Mimi the last rites, and I simply had to get out of that room – I couldn’t take anymore.” This is especially meaningful for me at this very moment in my own life, as I am caregiver to my mother, who just turned 96. Bob said to me that day, ‘David, you will go through this someday, so try and remain strong when it comes your way.” Now I think of that just about everyday of my life.
What stands out now more than anything else in my memory of Robert Quarry was the way he treated my domestic partner Chris Dietrich. From the time they were introduced he became Chris’s Uncle Bob as well. After our first dinner with the three of us, Bob took me aside and said, “You know this kind of friendship comes around once in your life so cherish it. I wish to God I had someone as loyal and loving as Chris in my life.” I lost Chris on December 4, 2004; he had suffered from both liver cancer and HIV. It would be later in the following year that I would see Bob at a Ray Court’s Collector's Show; he had put on quite a bit of weight but was still Uncle Bob. I went over during a break as I was doing the late Richard Stapley’s table that day and knelt down by Bob’s chair and told him we lost Chris. The look on his face said more than I could bear and we quickly hugged; then I went back to my table on the verge of breaking down for the umpteenth time.
|Martine Beswick, Robert Quarry and myself having a laugh.|
One thing that I am sure had never changed with Bob was his uncanny ability to remember nasty tales from his days of Broadway. “Oh my god, Richard Burton – let me tell you about Burton,” he would say. “He had the worst body odor on the planet because he never bathed. I ought to know – I sat in his dressing room when he was on Broadway in Camelot.” Robert was no stranger to theater, as he really shined on the stage. I remember he was doing "Butley" in the San Fernando Valley one year and I thought his performance rivaled Alan Bates in the title role. I wish I could have seen his George in "Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf?"
|Robery Quarry as the vampire guru known as "The Deathmaster."|
I have wondered what it would have been like to have seen Bob out at the motion picture home during this last six months of his life, and in a way, perhaps, it is better that I just keep my memories as they are now. In my mind’s eye, Bob is his old self, laughing that laugh with a devilish twinkle in those sparkling eyes. Somewhere in the scheme of things, if we wish to believe, the aforementioned gentlemen are having one hell of a reunion somewhere over the rainbow…way up high.