That’s the face I see.
I was busy curing cancer, moving mountains and doing one-armed pushups last week, so I was unable to lament the passing of the brilliant actor James Gandolfini. He did an unparalleled job portraying mob boss Tony Soprano, the anti-hero you hated yourself for liking. Gandolfini played the role perfectly.
He was so good that as a writer when I’m trying to create the quintessential bad guy, Tony Sorpano’s droopy-eyed glare pops up in my head. Make no mistake about it; Tony Soprano was a bad guy. Just because he was the lead doesn’t mean he was good. That there is a debate whether or not Tony was bad or good is a testament to Gandolfini’s talent.
We writers are sometimes asked to come up with the dream cast for the movie versions of our books. I truly don’t write with the thought that this will be a movie someday, so it’s hard to answer, but without question, before June 19, 2013, I would have picked James Gandolfini to play the role of Milo, the drug kingpin tough guy in Bad Way out.
RIP, James Gandolfini. Say hello to Big Pussy for me.
Published on June 28, 2013 09:35