The Errol Flynn Blog

and, in particular, a Flynn (early beginnings) archaeologist:

John Hammond Moore (1924-2017);

and his masterful work?

“The Young Errol Flynn Before Hollywood”.

Published in Australia back in 1975, and at one time RARE as hen’s teeth to even find… was finally RE-published by a Canadian firm, Trafford, in 2011.

Mr.Moore was covered in this space back in the day (including being interviewed by the late Jack Marino LA Talk Radio Show) by way of this link:

www.theerrolflynnblog.com…

and, for more background- here is his “local” obituary which covers but some of his fascinating life story (including loosing his leg):

Columbia historian John Hammond Moore dies at 92

— Karl

that was ALMOST inches from a clean get-a-way!

Fortunately… I alerted our resident keeper of THE TRUTH in all things Cinema and Television history…

After Brian Twist’s INCREDIBLE find- of an extant early Flynn “cameo” effort… still another so-called “listing” has attempted to lay claim to the early Flynn film C.V. also, only~ NOT SO FAST:

— Karl

www.joblo.com…

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The reviews are OVER THE TOP; here’s one:

thedigitalbits.com…

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Robin Hood and the history of Warner Street

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SNARK WEEK: We’re Not Manly Men in Tights (& Shoes)

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Captain Blood   — 4K

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From another angle:  

www.youtube.com…

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— Karl

 Jack Marino

(1952-2025)

    “I was never afraid.”

So sad to report the passing of  TRULY… one of “The Sons of Errol Flynn”.

Independent filmmaker, passionate patriot, and one who lived, breathed, and embodied the VERY spirit of that man from Hobart- not to mention party-giver EXTRAORDINAIRE along with the EQUAL effort from his lovely wife, Louise.

A monumental task this was, literally- a party of the CENTURY… all executed with grace, aplomb, and ease.

In tribute to you, Jack, I offer up these words… to one of the ALL TIME GREAT “Mulholland Drive Boys”- an “Olympiad” par excellence.

(Epilogue to The Man In The Iron Mask (1929))

“How can they die these bright ones? How may such energy, once released, be prisoned by earth, or stone, or grave. We die as we lived, say they, with life, and with life, how can there be death? Only remember us, only open a little book- and we shall always be with you- to ride a fine horse, or to cross a sharp blade, or carouse with a barrel or dally with a maid- come one come all.

And so passed a brave and glorious man… in honor. Only think and we live again; we live forever. For with us, now as ever, it’s one for all and all for one. And thus it was in France of old, in fiery days when hearts beat high, when blood was young and hate was bold and sword crossed sword to do or die- for love and honor glory then, when life was life and men were men.”

— Karl