The set of A Bronx Tale tells you just about all you’re going to need to know about the upbringing of Calogero Palminteri. You’ve got the holy trinity of this particular neighborhood’s life: the corner of 187th and Belmont, a front stoop, and the neon-lit exterior of the local wiseguy bar. No Fresh Air Fund, no Broadway even. There was his block and the rest of the world, made guys and working guys, and rarely the two should meet, unless one got in the way of the other.
Take, for example, the day in 1960 when Calogero was 9, a guy got himself shot, the boy didn’t rat, and Sonny the corner boss took him under his wing. Bada bang, bada bing, without him hardly leaving his stoop, the kid’s name got a lot smaller - shortened to “C” by Sonny - and his world got a lot bigger. Read more..
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