Archive for July, 2020

The Black Prince ———— aka The Warriors ———— aka The Dark Avenger

24 Jul

July 23, 1954

New York Times

Errol Flynn, Peter Finch and Joanne Dru Will Make Film in England for Allied


Edward, Prince of Wales, son and heir to his father King Edward III of England, leads an English army to the French province of Aquitaine to protect the inhabitants from the ravages of the French. After defeating the French in battle, the defeated French plot to kill the prince. Failing in this, they kidnap his lady, the lovely Lady Joan Holland. Of course Prince Edward has to ride to the rescue, adopting numerous guises to save his paramour, which ultimately end in him leading his men into one final climactic battle against the French.”

— Tim


Against All Flags — Blu-Ray On the Way

22 Jul

Could Be Today, July 22, 2020.

“In 1700, the pirates of Madagascar menace the India trade; British officer Brian Hawke has himself cashiered, flogged, and set adrift to infiltrate the pirate “republic.” There, Hawke meets lovely Spitfire Stevens, a pirate captain in her own right, and the sparks begin to fly; but wooing a pirate poses unique problems. Especially after he rescues adoring young Princess Patma from a captured ship. Meanwhile, Hawke’s secret mission proceeds to an action-packed climax.”

— Tim


Cruisin’ with Professor Flynn

21 Jul

July 21, 1946 – New York Times
“Errol Flynn’s Father Here For Expedition”

“Theodore Thomson Flynn, Professor of Zoology at Queens College, Belfast, Ireland, and the father of Errol Flynn, screen actor, arrived yesterday on the United States liner Washington, which docked at Pier 62, North River, from Le Havre, Southampton and Cobh.”

Cruisin’ on United States liner Washington

Pier 62 – Now the Northernmost of the Chelsea Piers

July 29, 1946 – Los Angeles Times.
“Errol Flynn’s Father Arrives to Join Cruise”

The Flynn Family to Research the Tuna Family

Cruise of the Zaca

— Tim


Errol’s First Jane Eyre?

21 Jul

On the weekend of July 18-20, 1947, Cry Wolf was played at the Strand in Manhattan. Was Cry Wolf Errol’s first “Jane Eyre” of sorts, his second being The Master of Thornfield? That is, was 1947’s Cry Wolf inspired by 1847’s Charlotte Brontë masterpiece? Perhaps Orson Welles and Joan Fontaines’ 1943 version of Jane Eyre is worth comparing…

Jane Eyre

Cry Wolf

The Master of Thornfield

— Tim


The New Faces

20 Jul

See the New Faces Below

July 20, 1935

The Snooper
LA Evening Herald Express

Not long after talking pictures had brought an influx of the world’s most famous actors to Hollywood, farsighted executives of the film industry began to speculate, “This is all very well, so long as we can raid the stage for talents, but where are we going to get the new faces? What will happen when the Broadway well runs dry?

Well several years have elapsed now since these gentlemen were heard muttering their dire forebodings, and subsequent developments have proved rather conclusively that Hollywood need have no fear about a dearth of fresh personalities to intrigue the admiration of moviegoers.

Seemingly, the well of new talent never runs dry.

Only the other day, audiences acclaimed a startling new personality, Louise Rainer, who flashed before them as William Powell’s leading woman in Escapade. She came from the continent.

Errol Flynn and Olivia De Havilland, who won two of the year’s sweetest acting plums –the romantic leads in the spectacular Captain Blood — were nonentities as far as Hollywood was concerned less than a year ago. Then Miss De Havilland, a seventeen-year-old high school girl from a small village in Northern California, won the big role of Hermia in Max Reinhardt’s Bowl production of “A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream,” and a new screen star was born. Flynn, a handsome, athletic, adventurous Irishman made his debut in an English film, and instantly was spotted by Irving Asher, a Warner executive, and shipped to California under contract. Now he wins the biggest male role of the year, outside of Anthony Adverse, as a swashbuckling Captain Blood.

Last But Definitely Not Least!

— Tim


Errol Flynn’s Idea of Hanging Out Sea Hawk 1940

19 Jul

— David DeWitt

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Rough-Cut History

19 Jul

July 19, 1935

Harrison Carroll
Evening Herald Express

Filmland learned for the first time today the romantic history of the diamond that Errol Flynn, dark-haired Irish actor, put upon the finger of Lili Damita, who is now his bride.

It was five years ago that Flynn came into possession.

A young adventurer, he was working as a British agent in New Guinea to help preserve peace among the native tribes. One day, he made a gold strike in the jungle.

Trekking back to civilization, Flynn sold his discovery for $10,000 in gold. He decided to leave New Guinea, but couldn’t carry his new found riches. So he put the money into rough-cut diamonds.

It was one of these diamonds that the young actor soon to play the starring role in the Warner film, Captain Blood, had made into the engagement ring his new bride now wears.

— Tim


As sexy as 1 persons opinion of Sexy

18 Jul… Genene

A very decided 4 a.m. opinion
For the Cumberland Times-News 12 hrs ago

We’ve been in lockdown now since about the last time Henry VIII got married, so I’ve had plenty of leisure to watch old movies from the 1930s and ‘40s. The all-time sexiest, heart pounding actor was Sydney Poitier, no contest, but he came later. You know what 1930s/’40s movie star was really sexy? I mean, really, REALLY sexy? Gregory Peck, that’s who! I’ve always had a secret hankering for Gregory Peck (don’t tell my husband.) Just watch that man oozing quiet, wordless agony as he gives up Audrey Hepburn in “Roman Holiday,” or woos Greer Garson with heart-tugging, innocent sincerity in “Valley of Decision” — well, any woman, gay, straight, or otherwise, would have to be dead six days not to respond to that! And probably lots of men would have, too!

You know who else was really sexy? Gregory Peck again! I’m telling you, that man could charm a smile out of the Sphinx and still have enough appeal left to make Lady Gaga gaga!

Humphrey Bogart wasn’t sexy in the same way; he was a wounded soul who needed comforting. He was broken, and every woman wanted to fix him. Suave and witty, Cary Grant’s smooth façade covered unsuspected depths, and he could actually play anything from the man-about-town to the Cockney thug. Still, you don’t really want to get mixed up with a man who gets chased by crop dusters on a regular basis.

Errol Flynn was dashingly, wickedly carefree, even when chained to an oar in “Captain Blood;” you just wanted to share a good old fashioned into-the-sunset horseback gallop with him. As he aged and grew to look more dissipated he lost some of that roguish electricity, but that’s what DVDs are for — just pop “The Adventures of Robin Hood” into your player and you’re good to go! It’s sort of like bumping into your graying, slightly paunchy childhood sweetheart, and then rushing home to look him up in your high school yearbook — but without the fear that he’s doing the same.

Jimmy Stewart wasn’t sexy in my book, probably because he was built like the Scarecrow in “The Wizard of Oz,” but he had a sort of “aw shucks” folksy way about him that rendered him quite endearing. You wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating corn on the cob. His best pal, Henry Fonda, never set my heart fluttering either. At all. He was a decent actor, but just not my cup of tea. I couldn’t tell you why, except that he always seemed like a less good-natured Jimmy Stewart.

Mickey Rooney was too impish to be truly sexy, although apparently at least eight women, including Ava Gardner, disagreed with me on this. It wasn’t that he was too short, it was just that he wasn’t tall enough. Also, it’s hard to take seriously anyone who had played a dope like Andy Hardy — or am I getting too obscure? Does anyone but me still remember the Andy Hardy movies? There were roughly 628 of them produced over a span of about 95 years, and Andy Hardy never aged beyond high school, even when Rooney himself had dentures and arthritis. They had to keep recasting his parents because the actors playing them kept dying, and the girl who played his older sister finally took up residence in Forest Lawn, too. But the ageless Mickey went right on being Andy Hardy. It’s frustrating to an actor to be so type cast — but then, he also played Puck in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and if you can pull off Puck you can pull off anything. Especially when you have to play him dressed like Tarzan.

The world-renowned Laurence Olivier never struck me as sexy, though he was handsome as all get-out and had that accent. I think the teeth-pulling bit in “Marathon Man” killed it for me. Dentistry is not very appealing, especially when done deliberately as torture. And without anesthesia. Or a good script.

Peter Lawford had the delicious British accent, too, and looked quite toothsome in his early pictures — but after he took up with Frank Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack he became so jaded and ultra-sophisticated that you would have had to chip at him with a chisel to get at the real man. Similarly, Frank Sinatra could light your flame with his voice in his youthful roles alongside Gene Kelly in “Anchors Aweigh” and “On the Town,” but as soon as he adopted the cigarette-and-highball character the only thing he could set afire was Lucky Strikes and alimony checks.

Marlon Brando was a legend in his own mind, and that sort of bravado doesn’t float my boat. He was the type who didn’t need the adoration of women — fawning females just blocked his view of the mirror. (I think Errol Flynn probably had the same problem in real life, but his on-screen persona was always far too boyishly pleased with himself to be off-putting. How can you not like a lad who looks on the world with such frolicsome glee?)

Fred Astaire could play sexy, which is odd considering he looked rather like a praying mantis with a receding hairline — but the man could sweep you off your feet on the dance floor or woo you with songs like “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” in that whispery, magnetic voice of his. Gene Kelly simply knocked you over with raw sexuality and animal magnetism, and he could evoke heartache, too, in roles like Jerry Mulligan in “An American in Paris.” That sort of intense masculinity can only be taken in small doses — or from the safe distance of a theater seat.

But when you come right down to it, finally and conclusively, you wanna know who was really, truly, overwhelmingly sexy? GREGORY PECK, that’s who! Just Gregory Peck! And if you want to argue with me, get your own column. But on your way out, would you pop “To Kill a Mockingbird” into the player, please…?

— tassie devil


Nice Silver River Pictures Errol Flynn Anne Sheridan!

18 Jul

— David DeWitt

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Helping to Fund the Fund

18 Jul

On June 18, 1946, Errol authorized the Motion Picture Relief Fund to reproduce his signature and likeness for “Hollywood Star Stamps”.

As President of the Fund from 1939 until his death in 1956, film and radio star Jean Hersholt conceived these stamps as a method of raising funds to assist ill and needy film industry veterans. Here is Hersholt with Errol, at the studio from River’s End, i.e. the studio from which he broadcasted his very popular Dr. Christian radio show:

— Tim

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