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apollaI got The Adventures of Robin Hood 2-disc Special Edition DVD. My video has become so worn out that I didn't have much choice.
I'm watching the outtakes right now and I am heartbroken to discover that my beloved drunken bastard LIED to me. He LIED when he said he did his own stunts. He LIED and I have the proof- outtakes and extra takes of stunts using doubles. DOUBLES! The bit where he goes over the Nottingham gate ISN'T HIM!
Now don't get me wrong. I've known about the tricks of Hollywood for a long bloody time. I've known about stand ins, doubles, second unit and practically ever special effect known to man. I'm actually pretty jaded about movie trickery (the last time I was genuinely 'woah' about something was when the wall around Helm's Deep was blown up in TTT.)
But Errol said that he did his own stuff in the early days, when he was young and full of vigour and gave a shit about his movies. He said he did it. Why did he say he did if he didn't? And when I first read that he did his own stunts I didn't believe it- so I watched some of the stunts a trillion times to decide for myself. And I was sure it was him. I could've sworn. I would've said so under oath! That gitfaced drunken twat LIED TO ME!
Only watching the WB's Blooper Reel of 1938 is cheering me up- Paul Muni as Pasteur bollocking things up, Bette Davis' totally unhumorous (what were the chances) nausing up of lines, Henry Fonda sticking his tongue out at the camera, Bogart nausing up again and againwith good cheer.
It's not fair. My entire life is a lie. Everything I believed is false and fake and untrue. I know things about that man that would make your toes curl and your stomach churn, although not all of it is true. I know things about him that would make normal people vow never to give houseroom to his films ever again (although I'm telling you now that the Nazi spy rumours were discredited forcefully from the moment they were circulated in the 70s. The man was many things but a Nazi spy was not one of them. And if I hear you call him one, I will hunt you down and kick your head in. Or I will once i don't hate the fuckwit)
And this had started out as such a good day- warm sun shining, Doors CD on, etc.
PS. When I'm feeling more inclined towards the Tasmanian wanker, I want a copy of the 'It Can't Miss!' promotional poster for Robin Hood. Anyone know where I can get vintage posters from?
PPS. I feel a bit better: the DVD also includes the famous 'Rabbit Hood' Bugs Bunny cartoon and a Daffy version.
PPPS. This doesn't mean I've forgiven the lying bastard called Flynn. Still hate him.
ETA: Olivia De Havilland truly has one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen. Errol Flynn still sucks.
I'm watching the outtakes right now and I am heartbroken to discover that my beloved drunken bastard LIED to me. He LIED when he said he did his own stunts. He LIED and I have the proof- outtakes and extra takes of stunts using doubles. DOUBLES! The bit where he goes over the Nottingham gate ISN'T HIM!
Now don't get me wrong. I've known about the tricks of Hollywood for a long bloody time. I've known about stand ins, doubles, second unit and practically ever special effect known to man. I'm actually pretty jaded about movie trickery (the last time I was genuinely 'woah' about something was when the wall around Helm's Deep was blown up in TTT.)
But Errol said that he did his own stuff in the early days, when he was young and full of vigour and gave a shit about his movies. He said he did it. Why did he say he did if he didn't? And when I first read that he did his own stunts I didn't believe it- so I watched some of the stunts a trillion times to decide for myself. And I was sure it was him. I could've sworn. I would've said so under oath! That gitfaced drunken twat LIED TO ME!
Only watching the WB's Blooper Reel of 1938 is cheering me up- Paul Muni as Pasteur bollocking things up, Bette Davis' totally unhumorous (what were the chances) nausing up of lines, Henry Fonda sticking his tongue out at the camera, Bogart nausing up again and againwith good cheer.
It's not fair. My entire life is a lie. Everything I believed is false and fake and untrue. I know things about that man that would make your toes curl and your stomach churn, although not all of it is true. I know things about him that would make normal people vow never to give houseroom to his films ever again (although I'm telling you now that the Nazi spy rumours were discredited forcefully from the moment they were circulated in the 70s. The man was many things but a Nazi spy was not one of them. And if I hear you call him one, I will hunt you down and kick your head in. Or I will once i don't hate the fuckwit)
And this had started out as such a good day- warm sun shining, Doors CD on, etc.
PS. When I'm feeling more inclined towards the Tasmanian wanker, I want a copy of the 'It Can't Miss!' promotional poster for Robin Hood. Anyone know where I can get vintage posters from?
PPS. I feel a bit better: the DVD also includes the famous 'Rabbit Hood' Bugs Bunny cartoon and a Daffy version.
PPPS. This doesn't mean I've forgiven the lying bastard called Flynn. Still hate him.
ETA: Olivia De Havilland truly has one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen. Errol Flynn still sucks.
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Date: 2004-04-23 01:22 (UTC)'Darling' Bette would've been a much greater person if she'd ever been able to laugh at herself. Joan Crawford had many faults, but she could laugh at herself occasionally. Words cannot express my distaste for BD... who once hit Errol. Of course he then kicked her up the arse.
Yes, I love the dude again.