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.