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Tim Page
Landing Zone, Zulu Zulu War Zone D, March 1966
Sean Flynn's Camera
I’m flying at 483 miles per hour aboard a Delta commercial flight heading to Honolulu from Wilmington, NC. I’ve got another 3,569 miles to go. I’m reading Michael Herr’s “Dispatches” on my google pixel and through my headphones, I’m listening to the “Clash” song “Sean Flynn.” What’s ironic is that Sean Flynn’s camera is sitting in a heavily padded case, wrapped in an East Coast Film Lab t-shirt by my feet. How did I get here?
For those of you who don’t know, Sean Flynn was one of a group of Gonzo (high risk) photojournalists during the Vietnam war. These photojournalists would go anywhere do anything to get the shot. They brought back some iconic images of the Vietnam War. Sean even parachuted with the 5th Special Forces Group and the 101st airborne. Flynn was also the only son of the Hollywood swashbuckler actor Errol Flynn. (Captain Blood, The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Charge of the Light Brigade, et al). Sean had a brief recording career and a short lived career as an actor before he found his niche as a war photographer for Paris Match, Time Life and finally United Press International.
On April 6th 1970 on highway one from Phnom Penh on the way to a press conference in Saigon, Sean and his friend Dana Stone (shooting for CBS news) opted to ride motorcycles to get some shots of the VietCong manning a checkpoint. They were captured by communist guerilla's en route. The last know still shot taken of them was right before they left and it was taken by Steve Bell, (who later hosted ABC’s Good Morning America). Right before the checkpoint a French TV news crew interviewed Sean.
Sean was using his Nikon the day of his capture. His prized Leica M2 was left in his lodgings with his other gear. After his disappearance, John Steinbeck IV, (son of John Steinbeck the author), got hold of Sean’s Leica and kept it to pass on to Sean’s family. In 1972 Sean’s sister Rory was modeling in London. John Steinbeck IV, brought the camera to her, fulfilling his obligation.
Rory kept the camera, hoping that Sean would be found. Sean’s mother (the actress Lilli Damita) spent a small fortune, trying to find what happened to Sean, and Rory later helped finance an expedition to find the bodies of her brother and Dana Stone. The camera stayed in Rory’s safe for many years.
I’ve always been a fan of the actor Errol Flynn, and had read several books on him and his family over the years. Being a photographer I was quite familiar with Sean Flynn and the somewhat crazy photojournalists who photographed the Vietnam war. I knew he was missing and that his and Dana’s disappearance was one of the great mysteries of the Vietnam War. While working part-time in the local camera store in Wilmington, NC, I looked over the shoulder of one of the employees while she was scanning some photos. I recognized Errol Flynn and asked who brought the images to the store. She replied “Some woman named Rory.” Rory Flynn? Errol Flynn’s daughter? She lives here? I had no idea. A few weeks later while working the store Rory came in. I struck up a conversation with her and over the next couple of years a tenuous friendship developed. She mentioned that she had Sean’s camera and I asked to see it. Several months later she brought the camera to the store. A very beat up Leica M2 with a 35mm 1.4 sumilux lens. It had a grenade pin and some parachute cord for a strap. It was heavily brassed but in working order. My jaw fell open. Several months later Rory called me and stated that she realized that Sean was never coming back and would I help her sell his camera.
I knew this was a historic camera but had no idea of it’s value. I got together with my friend and business partner Chad, who is a bit of a genius when it comes to film cameras. We co-own East Coast Film Lab. Our immediate thought was to put it on ebay, and see what an auction would bring. Again, we had no idea of the value and were nervous to have to ship the camera to someone we didn’t know. We built a website (seanflynnscamera) with images and the story of the camera. Chad was a devoted follower of Bellamy Hunt the infamous Japan Camera Hunter. Bellamy specializes in rare, hard to find, historic cameras so we reached out to him. Bellamy seems know everyone in the film camera world and he immediately told us he was interested and would help find a buyer. Several months went by with a lot of give and take, but Bellamy found a buyer in Vietnam of all places.
Now the problem was getting the camera to Bellamy in Tokyo. We were very nervous about shipping such a historic camera and the insurance would have been through the roof. I started checking prices on flights to Tokyo. I used to live in Japan, so a trip to Tokyo would have been fun but I couldn’t take much time off, so it would have been a very quick trip. I was getting ready to buy my ticket when Bellamy skyped Chad that he would be in Hawaii the following week. I also used to live in Hawaii and being it was December, a trip to Hawaii was shorter, less expensive and a better fit all around. I flew to Honolulu on a Monday, got settled in my hotel and went to meet Bellamy. I met him outside his hotel and handed over the camera. It was bittersweet. I had enjoyed having Sean’s camera in my possession but Rory, Chad and I knew it was going to a collector who would treasure and take care of the camera. Going back to Vietnam after all these years was sort of prophetic and I feel we got the right owner. Bellamy will be telling the rest of the story on his website Japan Camera Hunter sometime in the near future. My next trip might be to Vietnam.
Links to “Sean Flynn, The Clash”
and Michael Herr’s dispatches.
Update: Bellamy Hunt has post on Peta Pixel
Bellamy Hunt, Japan Camera Hunter original article.
When 28-year old B-movie star and photojournalist Sean Flynn disappeared on April 6, 1970, his mother left his apartment untouched for over 20 years in hopes her son would someday return.
He was the son of Errol Flynn and the French actress Lili Damita, yet unlike his father, he was less of a hellraiser and more soft-spoken and introverted, but had an obsession with danger and thrill-seeking just the same.
Sean’s Parisian apartment on the Champs Élysées was sealed by his mother to preserve his memory and remained a time capsule of the 60s until it was opened up after the death of Lili in 1994.
The walls were plastered with images of counterculture figures such as Jimi Hendrix, Che Guevara, and Ho Chi Minh, pictures of Sean travelling around the world as well as skydiving and hunting, copious amounts of taxidermy, a miniature of the Zaca (his father Errol Flynn’s yacht), expensive camera equipment, books, rolls of undeveloped film, psychedelic-patterned ties, unopened mail, and snappy clothing.
Sun Day magazine described the apartment as a “weird mixture of 60s flower power and very gruesome souvenirs” from his stint as a game hunter in Africa.
After moving to Europe to start an acting career and recording a music album, Sean grew bored and went to Vietnam in 1966 to risk his life by becoming a combat photojournalist. His images were published around the world and he helped save an Australian platoon from being blown up by a mine, as well as numerous other brave acts.
Yet Sean’s bravado would cost him dearly when he and fellow journalist Dana Stone disappeared in 1970 after being kidnapped at a military checkpoint near Phnom Penh, Cambodia, after which they were most likely held captive for years and then killed by the Khmer Rouge in 1973.
His mother Lili Damita spent millions of dollars and the rest of her life desperately searching for her son, but it was of no use. Sean’s tragic fate remains a hazy mystery to this day.
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to
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Dana Stone was a U.S. photo-journalist best known for his work for CBS, UPI, AP during the Vietnam War.
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THE SHINING (1980) HANNIBAL (2013-15) THE SUBSTANCE (2024)
My cartoon for this week’s Guardian Books
Watched The Shining by Kubrick last night, and I can honestly understand why Stephen King hates it so much. It’s definitely not the best adaptation of the book at all, and the film really did destroy all the characterization the book goes through for each of the characters.
He might’ve been a bastard and a drunk, but Jack Torrance did love his wife and son, and the book does show that. It’s only towards the late middle and end that he really goes psychotic, and that’s mainly because of the hotel itself essentially possessing him and bringing out the worst of him. I am in no way excusing his actions, because he is an attempted murderer and an abusive father, but he did love Wendy and Danny, and he wasn’t a psychopath. Ultimately, it was his love for his son that stopped him when he managed to catch up to Danny, and it was what made him try to kill himself in an attempt to save his family. Unfortunately, at that point the Hotel was too powerful, and it didn’t matter if Jack was alive or dead; it just needed his body. The movie really failed to show his descent into madness; it just jumps right into crazy, with nothing to show the man he was before everything at the hotel happened. It also failed to show that the Hotel - the ‘manager’, as was stated - was truly what was behind everything. Had the Torrances not gone to the Overlook, would Jack have snapped and killed his family? It’s a possibility, but a low one - it’s more likely that Wendy would’ve ended up divorcing him, or he would’ve carried out his suicidal thoughts.
Wendy Torrance was not a weak woman - she not only had the courage and drive to stand up to her husband when he went batshit crazy, she locked him in a pantry, stabbed him, and went up multiple flights of stairs while very badly injured… and then she lived to be happy afterwards! She survived having her back broken by her husband when he tried to kill her, and lived a happy life afterwards! I can name maybe three people in my life who I am confident could do that. Kubrick’s decision to depict Wendy as an emotionally fragile woman was just demeaning to her character. Shelly Duvall did an incredible job, however, and I respect her immensely for it. That’s not an easy role to be put into in any way, especially not when you’re working for a nightmare of a director who decides that the best way to get results is to psychologically torture the star actress. She depicted the movie version of Wendy perfectly. I was cheering for her the whole way.
And then there’s all the other changes which I can understand from a filmmaker’s perspective as being more logical to making a movie, but they did change the story quite a bit. Having Jack use an axe rather than the roque mallet was an understandable change, as it was more recognizable to the public as a dangerous weapon, however… it meant that most of the important scenes, such as when Wendy’s back gets broken, never happen. You can’t exactly do that with an axe, can you? But that scene is one of the most impactful (pun not intended) and important to the book, at least in my view, since it shows her resilience and her love for her son, as mentioned in the above paragraph about her character. The choice to use the axe also meant that that Dick Hallorann died when he should not have.
That man, the chef with the Shine, was more important to the book, I think, than any character. He was the first to tell Danny that he wasn’t alone, that there were more people out there who had the same abilities he did, and that it wasn’t a bad thing. He was the one to tell Danny of the strange happenings at the Overlook, and to tell him that the visions might be scary but ultimately he didn’t think they could hurt him - which ended up being a major part of Danny’s choices. The main part of the reason Danny went into room 217 (237 in the movie) was because he remembered Dick telling him that the visions couldn’t hurt him, that all he had to do was look away when he saw them. And then there was how Dick came all the way across the country to help Danny when he was called. He pledged to help that boy if needed, and when he was needed, he came immediately, and ended up saving the remaining Torrances. His refusal to let that boy and his family die was such a big part of the story.
I can also understand the decision to turn the hedge topiary into a hedge maze. Making bush animals move is not at all easy, especially for a movie made in the 80’s. However, the animals were also fairly important to the story; they were the first real visual of Jack’s descent into madness, and then later a big factor of his possession by the Overlook; when he refused to believe that he’d seen them move, he essentially shut down any possibility of belief that there was something wrong at the hotel. By the end of the book, we sort of find out that the hotel itself was influencing his willingness to believe that, but his initial refusal did push that along. Once someone has made up their mind about something, even something they’ve seen with their own two eyes, it’s often very difficult to get them to change it, especially in a scary situation. The topiary was the first big turning point in Jack’s psyche.
Then there’s the decision to change his death scene - having him freeze to death after getting lost in the hedge maze and suffering a mild heart attack. It was… definitely a choice? In the book itself, after Jack ‘kills’ himself (again, the Hotel was possessing him fully at that point and no longer needed him alive, just needed his body, so him fighting back and bashing his own face in really did nothing in the long run but was a rather important scene - see the paragraph on Jack Torrance for clarification) the boiler in the hotel begins to overheat. The Hotel (possessing Jack’s body) goes to release the steam from it to prevent it from exploding - the problem here is that Jack was told by Watson that the boiler would blow long before the pressure gauge reached its red zone, because it was so old. But since it was not Jack present in that body but the Hotel itself, it had no idea about this and believed the boiler was now safe, as it had managed to reach it before the needle hit the red… and then the boiler exploded. Having Jack freeze to death in the hedge maze (and thus forcing us to experience that absolutely ridiculous final scene where we see him frozen) was a much less final and impactful death than that of the boiler exploding. With the explosion, his body was destroyed, and so the ‘manager’ of the Overlook was destroyed (the ghost/demon). It was a finale; the evil perished, the good guys got away, and everything was right in the world. With the freezing, it was much less final, and much less satisfying.
Objectively, if you separate the book from the movie, the movie wasn’t terrible. I did like it, and I had a lot of fun watching it. But as an adaptation, I found it VERY lacking. I can understand why King hates it so much.
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EWAN MCGREGOR as DANNY TORRANCE in DOCTOR SLEEP (2019)
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