Stan Lee`s adoration of our Hollywood hero has been more than once the topic here on the blog. See: www.theerrolflynnblog.com…
But also Marvel rival DC Comics came up with a character resembling Errol and upped the ante with incorporating some fine Flynn storyline into the birth of superhero The Green Arrow.
Billionaire businessman Oliver “Ollie” Reed fights crime in the streets of his hometown Star City. Dressed like Sir Locksley, he is a marksman with bow and an array of arrows.
Now here Errol Flynn kicks in. The bow is regaled to Reed by none other than Howard Hill, who says it`s the original one he used for the film “The Adventures of Robin Hood”.
When illustrator Neal Adams did a makeover of Green Arrow in the Sixties, the archer looked more errolesque than ever.
I got a message from the son of flynntimo friend Baron Sepy Dobronyi (see: www.theerrolflynnblog.com…), which I want to share with you:
Hi Heinz
I was recently in Cuba and saw this picture hanging on the wall in La Bodega del Medio. I thought you might enjoy.
I went through the EF site today and was interested to see the photos of my father’s old house under renovation. Very interesting!
Thanks,
Ferenc
Notice the two ladies` men literally drumming up the locale, where Pulitzer Laureate Ernest Hemingway used to sip his Mojitos. What happened later that night can be read here: www.theerrolflynnblog.com…
I came across a funny Aussie anecdote loosely attached to our Hollywood hero.
In July of 1959 a seasoned schooner by the name of “Sea Fox” got lost in the Timor Sea. She had sailed from Darwin and was reported missing a few days later. On board were magician John Calvert, female singer Pilita and monkey Jimmy of Tarzan film fame.
When brought in by the Australian Navy she at least had not sunk, but bunked at a sand bank. Soon rumours made the rounds that Errol Flynn had stranded his yacht.
The combination of a charismatic moustacheod yachtsman accompanied by an exotic woman plus a monkey actor in tow seemingly always equalled Fynn in Down Under. Hear more here: blogs.abc.net…
Enjoy,
take heart and treat yourself to a Packard! One of those originals Errol used to drive is to be auctioned off: www.invaluable.com…
The Packard Darrin was a remarkable blending of all the glory that was Packard in the Classic Era with all the impudence that was the stock in trade of Howard Dutch Darrin. The result was glamour with lots of pizzazza perfect fit in the luxury makers lineup for an exclusive, halo automobile.
Without Darrins insistence, the car likely would never have been built. Following his days in Paris, the inimitable Darrin settled in Hollywood, where he immediately established himself as the purveyor of custom coachwork to the stars. The polo-playing Darrin was quickly accepted by the Hollywood crowd; his well-cultivated French accent fit in perfectly. He named his shop Darrin of Paris, and his first client was Dick Powell, for whom he fashioned a two-passenger Ford roadster in 1937. Shortly thereafter, he built a two-seat convertible victoria roadster on a 1937 Packard One Twenty chassis for actor Chester Morris. It led to the idea of building a five-passenger version and selling Packard on the idea of including it as part of its lineup. The initial word from Detroit was no, but that didnt stop him.
Darrin began with a standard Packard Eight Business Coupe, little of which remained when the transformation was completed. Most memorable were the sweeping cut-down curves of the doors, the cars signature styling feature commonly referred to as the Darrin Dip. The rakish body looked downright racy when compared to competitor Lincolns Zephyr Continental, yet the car remained unquestionably and distinctly, a Packard.
Darrin arranged to have the car parked outside the Packard Proving Grounds at the time of the annual dealers meeting, precisely where the dealers could not help but see it. That, as they say, was that! Under pressure from its dealers, Packard included the Darrin as part of its catalogue for 1940 with three models: Sport Sedan, Convertible Sedan, and Convertible Victoria. It is estimated that 100 were built through 1942 when production was halted prior to World War II. Darrins were real celebrity carsTyrone Power, Errol Flynn, Al Jolson, Ruby Keeler, Preston Foster, and Gene Krupa all had one
I wonder if it comes complete with folding down front seats.
Christmas is a holy time, but also the high time for sensual sightings.
Some see Santa, while I see Errol.
But have no fear of this ghost post.
All I want from you is to deposit the pictures here, which assumingly show our Hollywood hero, but actually depict a lookalike/wannabe/preposterous imposter.
still looking for the perfect christmas present?
Invaluable auctions off an item featuring our Hollywood hero. If you look carefully he lingers in the back of the picture in his typical Lord of Shanghai pose (www.theerrolflynnblog.com…).
Get a great for a grand: www.invaluable.com…
when guerilla commandante Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz ousted the despised dictator Fulgencio Batista on January 1st of 1959, everybody including Errol thought Cuba would turn from US backyard brothel into Paradise Island International. www.theerrolflynnblog.com…
The high hopes were fueled by the high motives of the eloquent revolutionary. Freedom and equal birth rights were the proclaimed pillars of Fidel`s philosophy. Communism seemed not a top priority. The lowest common denominator between El Maximo Lider and Karl Marx was a full beard.
Born out of wedlock under the name of Fidel Hipolito Ruz Gonzalez, Castro was the kid of a wealthy landowner and his housekeeper. Maybe the the itch of being an illegitimate child triggered the urge to become an usuper.
His birth date had to be altered by a year, in order he could attend the Jesuits` college one year earlier than allowed. At university he stood out for his crisp mind and sharp tongue at a early age too. Top baseball outings on Cuba`s canefields led to unconfirmed tryout offers by the Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees, but he opted for a more deceptive profession and became a lawyer.
He first brought on a law suit against Batista and when it failed to make the military leader leave his office as new Head of State, Semper Fidel organised a coup of his own with 160 men trying to take the second largest barracks with 1500 soldiers. The historic quote “History will absolve me” stems from a letter he wrote out of prison after being captured as one of few survivors.
After his release Castro fled to Mexico with his younger brother Raul, where they met perennial poster boy Ernesto “Che” Guevara, another unscrupulous idealist. The chain smoking asthmetic medic became the spark to the Castro Bros. fuze. The rest is his story: nyti.ms/2gqyc4l…
El Fidel would go on to control the fate and faithfuls of the largest Caribbean isle seeing 11 US presidents come and go, survive 638 assassination attempts acknowledged by the Guiness Book of Records and a nuclear Mexican stand-off at sea between Khrushchev and Kennedy.
El Flynn saw the Robin Hood in Fidel Castro when only the post of Sheriff of Nottingham was vacant.
Power seekers with brains, big egos and bank accounts will stop at nothing- today more than ever!
on April the 24th in 1944 at the Mocambo Nightclub Errol narrowly escaped an assassination attempt by the Mafia. But it was not his life that was in danger, but rather his fair hair.
He became involved in a ladies`wrestling match between casino society member Virginia Hill and showgirl singer Toby Tuttle. It is not entirely clear what and who started the socialte scuffle, but somehow Flynn got between the lines of fire. An egg was thrown at our Hollywood hero and hit him bullseye on the head. Later one of them ready-to-hitwomen would say that was because he wasn´t galantly stepping up for her after a crude remark from the other fighting hen. Another source stated it was for his grinning and watching appreciatively while sport commentating the scene to his pest pal Freddie McEvoy.
Now while some papers spotted Miss Tuttle as the perpetratorette, others held Miss Hill responsible. She of course was “Bugsy`s girl”. Not Bugsy Malone, mind you, but Benjamin Siegel, jewish mobster debonaire, the founder of Murder Inc. and the builder of the Las Vegas Flamingo Casino Hotel.
Born and raised like cettle in Lipscomb (Alabama) Virginia ran away to Chicago at age 17.
“Where I lived was prison. There were ten kids in the family and no money. My father worked in a livery stable as a horse and mule trader while my mother ran a boarding house. My grandmother at eighty was still chopping cotton for a living. I swore the same wouldn`t happen to me.”
Starting out as waitress, she was always looking over her shoulder for police detectives coming to drag her back home.
“I had a story all figured out in case they found me. I was going to tell them I got married and had the wedding annulled. If they wanted to know in what court all that took place, I would tell them to find out for themselves, because I was under no legal obligation to tell them. I died a million deaths before I reached 18. All my life I have been afraid, maybe that`s why I do so many crazy things, just to prove myself that I´m not scared.”
Fatherfigure Joe Epstein made her a figurehead for his bookie joint. Soon the resolute redhead made so much money, she had trouble to account for her incredible income. She`d always claim her good fortunes resulted from the horse track. Her cross-my-heart-hope-to-die-tongue-in-cheek reference promptly got her summoned to Senator Kefauver`s crime- investigating comittee.
“Winning bets does only account for $15.000. Where does the rest of your money come from?”
“Men give it to me.”
“Why should they give you such large sums of money?”
“I`d rather not say.”
“You`ve got to answer or face up to three years imprisonment for contempt of court.”
“Alright, then, if you must know, it`s because I am the best goddamn lay in the country!”
She was a two time divorcée before settling in California, where she threw lavish parties for the Hollywood Community. The road to the Bug lead via Joey Adonis and over George Raft, who got introduced to her by Pat DiCicco. Her stalksy legs lent the Flamingo Club its name. The most modern and ornate gambling house opened on Dec. 26th, 1946. Night after night it came out $20000 in the red. Local townsfolk boycotted the temple of doom. Bugsy swore he would bury them all before he got out. It never came to that. Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel got shot and killed in Virginia`s monumental mansion at 810 Linden Drive in Beverly Hills on Errol`s birthday, June 20th of 1947. When Virgina got the news in Paris, her statements somehow varied.
“Please get that straight. People are saying I was his mistress and such stuff. That`s nonsense. I never spent much time with him.”
“The death of my friend Benjamin Siegel has caused me immense chagrin and I am seeking solitude because of my suffering.”
“Ben was the only man I loved. I could kill myself.”
She indeed attempted suicide at least four times with sleeping pills but walked away unfazed every time. That is what being used to downing 15 sundowners before noon will do for you. When she met the Austrian world class skier Hans Hauser (instructor of Ernest Hemingway amongst others) at Sun Valley, she knew time had come to get away from Inc. all. Using marriage as an exit strategy they settled near Salzburg, where she penned her 600 page boudoir memoir. In 1966 she finally succeeded with another suicide attempt. Her husband hanged himself years later. Their son Peter, a Vietnam veteran, died in a crazy car crash in France. Rumors in Europe never seized that the long strongarm of organized crime had gotten to all of them at last.
Virgie for sure was no vigilante, but “let (s)he who is without sin cast the first egg…”
