The Errol Flynn Blog

I have been sent this e-mail from a friend on the TCM Classic Film Union and it is a website where we all can vote for Errol to be #1 – I hope you participate – have fun making Errol #1!  Errol must have a lot of fans voting for him as he is #5 on the list already.

Bashor 2202 – his e-mail reads:
I am writing you
to tell you of a classic movie fan website I have launched. It is a
Hall of Fame shot where classic movie fans decide the inductees. Four
times a year the highest vote getter will be inducted into this online
Hall of Fame. The categories are Actors, Actresses, Films, Directors and
a Behind the Scenes Person. One from each category will be inducted
each session. This is not a solicitation. It is absolutely free to vote
for your favorites, I make no money from your votes. We do ask for name
and email on ballot to make sure of one vote per person during induction
period. We do not sell any of your information. Go to www.silverscreenhalloffame.com…
if you would like to vote. Thank you.

— Tina

Found these new reels with some (I hope) rare footage of Errol:

www.britishpathe.com…

Hope you enjoy them.

— Inga

Good morning:

Maybe this belongs in the quiz section but I'd prefer to put it out in the main section; the sentiment deserves a wider audience.
I recently read a very good biography of one of my favourite actors and the opening foreword to the book, I found especially moving (especially in a biography of an actor). The writer of the foreword may come as a surprise to many (myself included) but it could be interesting if some of you guys would like to hazard a guess on who wrote the foreword and of whom he was writing of. For those of you who have the book, and already know… maybe you could refrain from answering for a short period. There is a Flynn connection here.

Here is the foreword —

_____ ____ was as unique in his field as Mozart was in his. His composition was artless.
He didn't have an actory bone in his body. His voice and speech were part of the wind.
His intelligence was clear; devoid of traps or devices. His was a radiant beauty. He glowed
decency and warmth and firm resolute justice. He was charming, forceful and delicate.
Nothing showed. He breathed all the wondrous adjectives as though he were walking through
a park.
One night in a pub, a little old lady asked for his autograph. When asked why she wanted it
she said 'because you're such a comfort'.

PS: For David — Everything fine here. I was in London over the weekend but missed the riots – only just.

best wishes,

Brian.

— themainflynnman