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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.”

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. Wise Guy- David Chase and The Sopranos Miniseri...

The documentary then pivots to the show’s infamous ending—the cut to black at Holsten’s diner. For thirty minutes, Gibney deconstructs it with the precision of a bomb squad. He interviews fans, critics, and cast members. Steven Van Zandt (Silvio Dante) admits he threw his remote at the TV. Edie Falco (Carmela) says she understood it immediately: “It’s the only way it could end. Because death doesn’t give you a crescendo. It gives you nothing.” He pauses

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. Then I wanted to kill them

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, 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.

The documentary implies, gently but unmistakably, that Gandolfini became Tony in ways that destroyed him. The weight of the role—the rage, the loneliness, the endless appetite—was not a performance. It was an exorcism that went wrong. Wise Guy ends not with a thesis, but with a question. Gibney follows Chase to his childhood home in Clifton. It is now a dentist’s office. They stand in the driveway. Chase points to a second-floor window. “That was my room. I used to sit there and watch the men in black cars drive by. They were connected. They had respect. My father didn’t have that.”