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James Gandolfini interview & B-roll for The Coen Brothers’ The Man Who Wasn’t There. With a short clip of Joel Coen directing Gandolfini and Frances McDormand.
When we finally up and bust off the beach we found Arnie Bragg, kid missing on recon; the Japs had *eaten* the sonofabitch, if you’ll pardon the, uh… And this was a scrawny, pimply kid too, nothin’ to write home about. I mean, I never would’ve, ya know, so what do I say, honey? When I don’t like dinner, what do I say? I say, Jesus, honey, Arnie Bragg— *again*?!
Big Dave is a smaller part but key to the plot of The Man Who Wasn’t There, and played with panache. Gandolfini says that he appreciates the way the Coen brothers, like the people behind The Sopranos, know what tone they want and how to get it. He cracks up remembering the first time he saw Thornton transformed into a forties character, with waxy brows and shellacked, sculptural hair. “He looked like a young Frank Sinatra,” he says. And he mischievously implies that a crucial fight scene between them was fun to do because Thornton is so thin. As he praises the Coens, one can hear his concern that future movie collaborations drawn up by Hollywood committee might not be so confident and smart and fun. “I’ve been spoiled,” he says again and again. Maybe so. Still, to meet him is to conclude that he hasn’t, and won’t, let it go to his head. —James Gandolfini: Not Just Another Wise Guy
In my mind, James Gandolfini didn’t die. We just cut to black.
With thanks to LoSceicco1976
RIP, Ray Harryhausen. We have a collection of interviews, tributes and obituaries here.
'Mr. Durning was also remembered for his combat service, which he avoided discussing publicly until later in life. He spoke at memorial ceremonies in Washington, and in 2008 France awarded him the National Order of the Legion of Honor.
In the Parade interview, he recalled the hand-to-hand combat. “I was crossing a field somewhere in Belgium,” he said. “A German soldier ran toward me carrying a bayonet. He couldn’t have been more than 14 or 15. I didn’t see a soldier. I saw a boy. Even though he was coming at me, I couldn’t shoot.”
They grappled, he recounted later — he was stabbed seven or eight times — until finally he grasped a rock and made it a weapon. After killing the youth, he said, he held him in his arms and wept.’
From The New York Times obituary for Charles Durning.
Walter Cronkite holding up the moon landing news. R.I.P. Neil Armstrong.
RIP, Tony Scott.
Sally Ride in the pilot’s seat.
On June 18, 1983, a young physicist from California took her seat aboard the space shuttle and launched into history. On that date, Sally Ride became the first American woman in space as a mission specialist on STS-7. In this image Ride monitors control panels from the pilot’s chair on the Flight Deck.
Encyclopedia Brown belongs to a special category of children’s books: books—the kind starring characters like Harry Potter and Nancy Drew—that treat curiosity as one of the best assets a kid can have. Books that make it seem not just acceptable, but actually kind of wonderful, to be a nerd. Donald J. Sobol’s “boy detective”—enjoyer of puzzles, observer of oddities, lover of facts—derives much of his charm from his earnest appreciation of the world’s details. He finds his fun in the mundane: in the revealing little banalities that make life interesting and weird and, if you’re lucky, mysterious.
Sobol, whose death at 87 was announced this week, leaves a rich legacy. It includes not only the Encyclopedia Brown book series, and not only the comic strip of the same name, but also multiple generations of people—girls and boys—who were inspired by Encyclopedia to go off and solve their own mysteries. In an age that increasingly needs and values its engineers and its makers and its problem-solvers, that is something to be celebrated.
But Sobol’s legacy includes something else, too: a TV show. An incredibly cheesy, ridiculous, wondrous TV show.