The actor every man wishes he could be and every author wishes they could hire to play their action lead!

Today is Errol Flynn’s birthday .  He was born  June 20, 1909 in Hobart, Tasmania.  He’d have been 102, if he’d lived this long.  But of course, the way he lived, there was no way he was going to make 100. A smoker, with alcoholic tendencies, who dealt with ongoing malaria and bouts of STDs. Yeah . . . he lived a life.

He was really the last real action hero we had.  These days, films rely too heavily on CGI and pyrotechnics to make up for an inability of writers to imaginatively write real physical action, and a lack of actors who can do real physical action.

Most actors today are actors.  They haven’t really had a life, let alone a life of action.  Errol Flynn lived, read his bio: My Wicked, Wicked Ways.  He was familiar with action. He knew his way around a boat, a gun, a horse, and a lot of other things.  And all before he ever ended up in front of a camera.

The same was true for many directors of the early era in Hollywood. Maybe it was the era.  People born in that 1900-1915 window just seem to have had that little bit extra. Perhaps the world was newer or wider then. And perhaps the spirt of the times was less why? and more why not!

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