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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.

For fans, Wise Guy is essential not because it reveals the secrets of The Sopranos —there are no secrets left, only mysteries—but because it captures the essential loneliness of creation. David Chase made a world so real that we forgot it was a lie. And this miniseries is his confession: that he loved Tony Soprano, and that loving him was a kind of sin.

Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos airs on HBO in the fall. It is not a celebration. It is a wake. And you are invited to bring your own gabagool. Wise Guy- David Chase and The Sopranos Miniseri...

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

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. This is the core revelation of Part One:

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.

Gibney cuts to the final shot: a black screen. Then, the faintest sound of a diner bell. Then nothing. It is staggering

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.”

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. 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.”