Is Edward D. Wood Jr. Dead or Still Alive? Edward D. Wood Jr. Birthday and Date of Death

Edward D. Wood Jr. Death

Edward passed away on December 10, 1978 at the age of 54 in North Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, USA. Edward's cause of death was heart failure.

Edward D. Wood Jr. Birthday and Date of Death

Edward D. Wood Jr. was born on October 10, 1924 and died on December 10, 1978. Edward was 54 years old at the time of death.

Birthday: October 10, 1924
Date of Death: December 10, 1978
Age at Death: 54

Edward D. Wood Jr. - Biography

Hacks are nothing new in Hollywood. Since the beginning of the Hollywood film industry, thousands of untalented people come to Los Angeles from all over America and abroad to try to make it big (artists, writers, producers, directors, actors, talent agents, etc.), but who end up using, scamming and exploiting other people for money and also use his or her creative ability (either self-taught or professional training) which leads to the production of dull, bland, mediocre, unimaginative, inferior, trite work in the imaginative hope of gaining commercial success. Had Edward D. Wood been born a decade or two earlier it's easy to imagine him working out of some Poverty Row outfit in Gower Gulch, competing with the likes of untalented, no-taste producers, directors and actors such as Victor Adamson, Robert J. Horner and Dwain Esper for the title of all-time hack. He would've fit in nicely at Educational Pictures in the early 1930s or at PRC in the following decade. Wood, like everyone, is imprisoned in their own time, and in the 1950s Edward D. Wood Jr. simply had no competition. He was ignored throughout a spectacularly unsuccessful career and died a penniless alcoholic, only to be "rediscovered" when promoters in the early 1980s tagged him the worst director of all time (mostly thanks to the Medveds' hilarious book, "Golden Turkey Awards")-and was given the singular honor of a full-length biopic by Tim Burton. This post-mortem fame has made him infinitely more famous today than he ever was when alive.On a personal level, Wood was an exceedingly complex person. He was born on October 10, 1924 in Poughkeepsie, New York, where he lived most of his childhood. He joined the US Marine Corps in 1943 World War II and was, by all accounts, an exemplary soldier, wounded in ferocious combat in the Pacific theater in WW II. Conversely, he claimed to have been wearing a bra and panties under his uniform during a military landing. He was habitually optimistic, even in the face of the bleak realities that would later consume him. His personality bonded him with a small clique of outcasts that eked out life on the far edges of the Hollywood fringe.After settling in Los Angeles in the late 1940s, Wood attempted to break into the film industry, initially without success, but in 1952 finally landed the chance to direct a film based on the real-life Christine Jorgensen sex-change story, then a hot topic. The result, Glen or Glenda (1953), gave a fascinating insight into Wood's own personality and shed light on his transvestism (an almost unthinkable subject for an early 1950s mainstream feature). Although devoutly heterosexual, Wood was an enthusiastic cross-dresser, with a particular fondness for angora. On the debit side, though, the film revealed an almost complete lack of talent that would mar all his subsequent films, his tendency to resort to stock footage of lightning during dramatic moments, laughable set design, and a near-incomprehensible performance by Bela Lugosi as a mad doctor whose presence is never adequately explained. The film deservedly flopped miserably but Wood, always upbeat, pressed ahead.Wood's main problem was he saw himself as a producer-writer-director. Friends who knew him have described Wood as an eccentric, oddball hack who was far more interested in the work required in cobbling a film project together than ever learning the craft of film making or in any type of realism. In an alternate universe, Wood might have been a competent producer had he had better industry connections and hired a competent director. Wood, however, likened himself to his idol, Orson Welles, and became a triple threat: bad producer, poor screenwriter and God-awful director. All of his films exhibit illogical continuity, bizarre narratives and give the distinct impression that a director's job was simply to expose the least amount of film possible due to constant budget constraints. 'Plan 9 From Outer Space' is one of those Edward Wood films that feature visible wires connected to pie-pan UFOs, actors knocking over cardboard "headstones", cars changing models and years during chase sequences, scenes exhibiting a disturbing lack of handgun safety, and the ingenious use of shower curtains in rudder-less airplane c*ckpits are just a few of the trademarks of an Edward D. Wood Jr. production. When criticized for their innumerable flaws, he'd cheerfully explain his interpretation of the suspension of disbelief. It's not so much that he made movies so badly without regard to realism, the amazing part is that he managed to get them made at all.His subsequent film with Lugosi, Bride of the Monster (1955) was no better (unbelievably, it somehow managed to earn a small profit during it's original release, undoubtedly more of a testament to how cheaply it was produced than as entertainment), and Wood only shot a few seconds of silent footage of Lugosi (doped and dazed, wandering around the front yard of his house) for his next film, Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959) before the actor died in 1956. What few reviews the film received were awful. Typically undaunted, Wood based his magnum opus, Plan 9 around this limited material and microscopic budget, casting it with his regular band of mostly inept actors. Given the level of dialog, budget and Wood's dismal directorial abilities, it's unlikely that better actors would have been an improvement - in fact, it's "Plan 9"'s semi-official status as arguably the 'Worst Film Ever Made' that gives it its substantial cult following. The film, financed by a local Baptist congregation led by Wood's landlord, reaches a plateau of gross ineptitude that leaves viewers stunned. Plan 9 became his singular enduring legacy. Ironically, the rights to the film were retained by the church and it is unlikely that Wood ever received a dime from it; his epic bombed upon its first release in 1959 and remained largely forgotten for years to come.After this career "peak," Wood went into decline (using relative terms). Always a enthusiastic drinker, his alcohol addiction worsened in the 1960's over his depression of not achieving the world-wide fame he always wanted for himself. Wood directed undistinguished soft and later hardcore pornography under the name "Akdov Telmig" ('gimlet vodka'; it helps to imagine you're a boozy dyslexic as Ed Wood was), and writing a number of transvestite-themed pornographic paperback books into the 1970's. His final years were spent largely drunk in his apartment and occasionally being rolled stumbling out of a local liquor store. Wood and his wife, Kathy, were evicted from their Hollywood apartment due to failing to pay rent and moved into a friend's apartment shortly before his premature death on the afternoon of December 10, 1978 at 54. He had a heart attack and died while drinking in bed.Due to his recent resurgence in popularity, many of his equally bizarre transvestite-themed sex novels have been republished. The gravitational pull of Planet Angora remains quite strong.