Dad:
Sweet fella.
A little thin up top right now, if you know what I mean, but still the man.
Dignified and kind. Wins arguments by Jedi mind trick.
Has a logic that says, “OK, I know you’re wrong, but tell you what–I won’t rub it in when you fuck up.”
Has a stent in a heart valve, so he has to be a little fragile. For the audience, you know.
Casting: Lock Tom Wilkinson and Alan Alda in a small room with three handles of Scotch and a chainsaw and let nature take its course. Winner gets the part.
Mom:
Strong, loving, and loyal.
But they still haven’t found the body of the last guy who crossed her.
Makes baby talk with the grandkids, but get out of line and see just what happens.
Smiles constantly, but carries a very real threat in the shadows.
Casting: Mary McDonnell. Someone who could bake you cookies in one breath, then mercilessly snap your fucking neck in the next.
Posted on July 28, 2011
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