Hollywood history has always intrigued me, especially stories of its seamy underbelly, the corrupt, the criminal, the unsavoury aspects which have been the subject of many an article, feature film or television program.
What fascinates me even more are stories where Hollywood has meshed with Vancouver culture. The most intriguing story for me is that of Errol Flynn and how he, on a trip to our city to sell his beloved yacht to a local businessman, ended up dying in the arms of his teenaged sweetheart in a West End apartment.
This is the 48th anniversary of Flynn’s visit and subsequent death in Vancouver.
Really, it’s the biggest piece of tabloid news ever to hit our city, even now in its role as Hollywood North.
In conducting some pretty thorough research, out of personal interest, I am shocked at how few people even know who Errol Flynn was.
It’s a shame how soon people forget, or that stories are not passed along to future generations. There is such a fascinating and colourful history to be told. Maybe this blog could be an instrument to rehash some of these tales lost over generations.
Monday, October 15, 2007
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