People who know me well know the rather embarrassing fact that ever since I became a budding cinema buff in my teens, I have had one very important Christmas tradition. I sit down somewhere very comfortable, not to be disturbed, with a hearty cup of tea and some tasty biscuits (let’s say a mint Viscount), a fresh highlighter, and the holiday double edition of the RTE Guide (Ireland’s version of the TV Guide) and proceed to go through all the movies on TV over the Christmas period, and highlight the ones I’m planning to watch.
I am sure I am hardly alone in the fact that Paul Newman is one of my absolute heroes. Good man, great actor. When I picture the dream version of who I’d like to be aged 70-something, it’s Paul Newman – vigorous, cheeky, with a sparkle in my eye, with a very satisfactory career behind me and co-running a brilliant theatre with my wife.
Last week, I put forward the case for Errol Flynn’s brilliance as a movie star.
Now here’s my little gift to you – a starter course of Ten of the Best of Errol’s Films. Pick out a few weeknights and a couple of Sunday matinees, and I believe within a few weeks, you’ll be in the Errol Club too (it’s great fun there, as you can imagine …)