There’s a hazard to his huffs, even at his age.
He drops his “R” pronunciations, and rifles off f-bombs with the grace of a hobbled Cirque de Soleil dancer. Still, the man’s words crackle and whip like the syllables were poisonous. Despite the inherent reservations, I felt no danger: Frank Cullotta is half-way through his 70s at this point, his days of pointing pistols are well behind him. There are certain thoughts that manifest when you’re engaging in conversation with a man that willingly took another man’s life. Casino captures the era, the look, the personalities. My graduate advisor, who’s consulted on a couple of films, liked to say, ‘A word is worth a thousand pictures.’ You cannot exactly capture what happened in a movie.
