Just a quick teaser for what’s coming next week, when we cover one of the Wood Man’s greatest periods, the early Orion run: Zelig, Broadway Danny Rose, The Purple Rose of Cairo, Hannah and Her Sisters and Radio Days.
I was always interested in gangsters and people don’t associate me with that because of their image of me on the screen. They think I’m more intellectual than I am, because I wear glasses and I’m built slightly.
But the truth is I came from the streets of Brooklyn. I’m not educated–I mean I was thrown of college in my freshman year. My father was always, you know, a cab driver or a pool hustler. He ran a pool room. He worked for Albert Anastasia for a while, taking bets at Saratoga. I had always had an interest in and a feeling for that.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m more of that world. I’m more the guy that’s home with a beer in his undershirt watching the Television set, than I am pouring over, you know, the Russian novelists. I mean, I’ve read things over the years to keep up with my dates, but the truth of the matter is my heart has always been at the ballpark.
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A little too post modern for me. Wish his pictures had a little more of this side of him. But, maybe they do and I never looked at them using this filter. Albert's Anastasia died in a barber's chair at the Waldorf. Paul Castellano in front of Sparks. Crazy Joe, an artsy guy at heart, died at Umbertos. Lenny Bruce died in a bathroom of an overdose. Woody has a lot of work ahead of him.