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He pauses. A car honks on the street. “I wanted to be them. Then I wanted to kill them. So I wrote them. And now they’re all dead. The actors, the real guys, the whole world they lived in. It’s just a show now. That’s all it ever was.”

The first fifteen minutes cover the infamous “College” episode (Season 1, Episode 5), where Tony kills a rat while taking Meadow to tour colleges. Chase admits he thought the episode would get him fired. Instead, it won Emmys. But the cost, he argues, was that the show became a cipher. People loved the violence. They loved Paulie Walnuts’ one-liners. They missed the point.

Gibney, the Oscar-winning documentarian behind Taxi to the Dark Side and Going Clear , is an unlikely collaborator. He is a scalpel; Chase is a sledgehammer wrapped in Bergman-esque angst. Their pairing creates a fascinating tension. Gibney wants the truth. Chase wants the feeling of the truth. Over six hours (split into two feature-length parts for HBO), Wise Guy becomes less a "making of" and more a psychodrama about the man who made the thing that changed everything. The first part, titled “The Guy Who Didn’t Get the Girl,” is a masterclass in misdirection. It begins not with The Sopranos , but with Chase’s childhood in Clifton, New Jersey. His mother, Norma, was a sharp, anxious woman who once threw a plate of spaghetti against the wall because her husband, Henry, was late for dinner. His father, a hardware store owner, was a gentle, cowed presence. Gibney unearths home movies: young David at a birthday party, not laughing, staring at the cake as if trying to decode its meaning. Wise Guy- David Chase and The Sopranos Miniseri...

This is the core revelation of Part One: The Sopranos was not a show about the mafia. It was a show about depression that used the mafia as a Trojan horse. Gibney interviews Lorraine Bracco, who recalls reading the pilot script and thinking, “This is a woman treating a bear.” James Gandolfini’s audition tape is shown—the full, unedited three minutes. It is staggering. Gandolfini, then a character actor with a hangdog face, transforms in real time. He starts the scene as a sad, tired man. By the end, he has smashed a lamp and is weeping. Chase’s voiceover: “I knew him. I knew that guy. He was every uncle I ever had, if they’d been given a license to kill.” The second half, “Don’t Stop Believin’,” is where Gibney turns the lens on the legacy. And it is here that the documentary becomes genuinely destabilizing. We expect a victory lap. Instead, we get an autopsy.

Gibney challenges him: “Was the point that Tony is a monster?” He pauses

The documentary’s brilliance lies in how it maps Chase’s early career failures onto the DNA of The Sopranos . He wrote for The Rockford Files and Northern Exposure —shows he hated for their neat resolutions. He pitched a movie about a hitman in therapy in the early 1990s. It went nowhere. Gibney finds the original script. It’s titled “The Man Who Knew Too Little” (no relation to the later Bill Murray film). In it, a mobster named Donny has panic attacks about his mother. The studio executive’s notes are brutal: “Too dark. Too Italian. Too… psychological.”

In the end, Wise Guy is not about a TV show. It is about the price of looking into the abyss. And David Chase, like his creation, stared so long that the abyss stared back. The only difference? Tony had a gun. Chase had a pen. And somehow, the pen was more dangerous. Then I wanted to kill them

That voice belongs to David Chase. He is 78 now. The anger is still there—the coiled, suburban, Italian-Catholic rage that birthed the greatest television drama of all time—but it has mellowed into something resembling rueful wisdom. For two decades, Chase has been asked the same questions: Was Tony a good man? Did he die in Holsten’s? Is the whole thing just a long joke about Americans being full of shit? He has answered them with the patience of a man pulling teeth. Now, in Wise Guy , he doesn’t so much answer as he does excavate.

But the most moving segment is reserved for James Gandolfini, who died in 2013. Gibney has access to unreleased behind-the-scenes footage from the final season. In it, Gandolfini is not acting. He is sitting alone in the Bada Bing! set, in the dark, smoking a cigarette. He looks exhausted. Chase’s voice cracks as he describes their final conversation. “He said, ‘Dave, I don’t know who I am without this guy.’ I said, ‘Jim, you’re a father. You’re a husband. You’re an actor.’ He just shook his head. He knew something I didn’t.”

Through reenactments (a risky choice for Gibney, but rendered here with a dreamlike, almost Lynchian filter), we see the origins of Livia Soprano. Chase admits, for the first time on camera, that his mother once told him, “I wish you were never born.” He says it casually, then looks away. “But she made great manicotti,” he adds. The room laughs. It is the laugh of survivors.

He pauses. A car honks on the street. “I wanted to be them. Then I wanted to kill them. So I wrote them. And now they’re all dead. The actors, the real guys, the whole world they lived in. It’s just a show now. That’s all it ever was.”

The first fifteen minutes cover the infamous “College” episode (Season 1, Episode 5), where Tony kills a rat while taking Meadow to tour colleges. Chase admits he thought the episode would get him fired. Instead, it won Emmys. But the cost, he argues, was that the show became a cipher. People loved the violence. They loved Paulie Walnuts’ one-liners. They missed the point.

Gibney, the Oscar-winning documentarian behind Taxi to the Dark Side and Going Clear , is an unlikely collaborator. He is a scalpel; Chase is a sledgehammer wrapped in Bergman-esque angst. Their pairing creates a fascinating tension. Gibney wants the truth. Chase wants the feeling of the truth. Over six hours (split into two feature-length parts for HBO), Wise Guy becomes less a "making of" and more a psychodrama about the man who made the thing that changed everything. The first part, titled “The Guy Who Didn’t Get the Girl,” is a masterclass in misdirection. It begins not with The Sopranos , but with Chase’s childhood in Clifton, New Jersey. His mother, Norma, was a sharp, anxious woman who once threw a plate of spaghetti against the wall because her husband, Henry, was late for dinner. His father, a hardware store owner, was a gentle, cowed presence. Gibney unearths home movies: young David at a birthday party, not laughing, staring at the cake as if trying to decode its meaning.

This is the core revelation of Part One: The Sopranos was not a show about the mafia. It was a show about depression that used the mafia as a Trojan horse. Gibney interviews Lorraine Bracco, who recalls reading the pilot script and thinking, “This is a woman treating a bear.” James Gandolfini’s audition tape is shown—the full, unedited three minutes. It is staggering. Gandolfini, then a character actor with a hangdog face, transforms in real time. He starts the scene as a sad, tired man. By the end, he has smashed a lamp and is weeping. Chase’s voiceover: “I knew him. I knew that guy. He was every uncle I ever had, if they’d been given a license to kill.” The second half, “Don’t Stop Believin’,” is where Gibney turns the lens on the legacy. And it is here that the documentary becomes genuinely destabilizing. We expect a victory lap. Instead, we get an autopsy.

Gibney challenges him: “Was the point that Tony is a monster?”

The documentary’s brilliance lies in how it maps Chase’s early career failures onto the DNA of The Sopranos . He wrote for The Rockford Files and Northern Exposure —shows he hated for their neat resolutions. He pitched a movie about a hitman in therapy in the early 1990s. It went nowhere. Gibney finds the original script. It’s titled “The Man Who Knew Too Little” (no relation to the later Bill Murray film). In it, a mobster named Donny has panic attacks about his mother. The studio executive’s notes are brutal: “Too dark. Too Italian. Too… psychological.”

In the end, Wise Guy is not about a TV show. It is about the price of looking into the abyss. And David Chase, like his creation, stared so long that the abyss stared back. The only difference? Tony had a gun. Chase had a pen. And somehow, the pen was more dangerous.

That voice belongs to David Chase. He is 78 now. The anger is still there—the coiled, suburban, Italian-Catholic rage that birthed the greatest television drama of all time—but it has mellowed into something resembling rueful wisdom. For two decades, Chase has been asked the same questions: Was Tony a good man? Did he die in Holsten’s? Is the whole thing just a long joke about Americans being full of shit? He has answered them with the patience of a man pulling teeth. Now, in Wise Guy , he doesn’t so much answer as he does excavate.

But the most moving segment is reserved for James Gandolfini, who died in 2013. Gibney has access to unreleased behind-the-scenes footage from the final season. In it, Gandolfini is not acting. He is sitting alone in the Bada Bing! set, in the dark, smoking a cigarette. He looks exhausted. Chase’s voice cracks as he describes their final conversation. “He said, ‘Dave, I don’t know who I am without this guy.’ I said, ‘Jim, you’re a father. You’re a husband. You’re an actor.’ He just shook his head. He knew something I didn’t.”

Through reenactments (a risky choice for Gibney, but rendered here with a dreamlike, almost Lynchian filter), we see the origins of Livia Soprano. Chase admits, for the first time on camera, that his mother once told him, “I wish you were never born.” He says it casually, then looks away. “But she made great manicotti,” he adds. The room laughs. It is the laugh of survivors.