Movies exist out of time.
Take this swashbuckler, a rousing tale of men battling it out on the high seas.
We’re 81 years down the road, so it’s fairly safe to assume everybody involved in the production has passed away at this point.
And yet, two minutes in, and The Sea Hawk seems as vibrant today as it must have to ticket-buyers back in 1940.
Every swoosh of a sail filling with ocean breeze, every rattle of a sword sweeping through the air, every chuckle issuing deep from Errol Flynn’s chest, still captures the imagination.
Dreams fade, films are forever.