About 30 years ago, the actor Roger Bart noticed something beneath the complex demeanor of James Gandolfini, a young bartender fresh out of college: the embryo of an actor.
“I looked at him, and I talked to him, and I thought, ‘He’s such a great type,’” said Mr. Bart, who had recently earned a degree in acting from the Mason Gross School of the Arts when he met Mr. Gandolfini through a mutual acquaintance in or around 1985.
“He was this interesting, deep, funny, sweet and gentle giant,” Mr. Bart recalled. “Even when I met him, at 23, he was sort of 23 going on 45.”
I went to see Mel Brooks’ The Producers again the other day.
Jealous? Jealousy is a terrible thing, as my momma used to say, whacking me over the head with a soup ladle. My tickets–row E, center aisle, as usual–were perfect. Two were necessary, of course. We might grieve alone at the theater, but Read More
Silliness and Music Prevailed
With so many dark and depressing musicals dotting the New York theater scene, a zany time was had by all and sundry at Babes in Arms , the first of this year’s Encores productions of staged concert versions of seldom-performed musicals at the City Center, Feb. 12 to 14. Nobody went Read More