Fuck does that mean, “do I like him”? How likable or admirable can a formerly dashing, once-good looking, go-for-the-gusto Australian pussy hound and wild man be? Especially one who wound up looking like sagging, creased leather and dying from drink at age 50, a landmark that Tom Cruise hit ten years ago?
What you’re trying to say (but for some reason have declined to put into words) is “have you liked any of Errol Flynn’s movies?” The answer is “yes — Captain Blood, Robin Hood, They Died With Their Boots On and Objective Burma. Okay, you can add Gentleman Jim and Dodge City. No, I’ve never seen even one of his early ’30s Australian films.
