Among the myraid sad realities of the Lillo Brancato situation is the dawning realization that so few people my age seem to have actually ever seen A Bronx Tale. It was heretofore one of my favorite movies, one of the I've ever seen more than two or three times. And now I can't like it, because I'm incapable of enjoying the acting of people guilty of (or even likely guilty of) of heinous crimes. For instance, I have to turn off The Naked Gun when it comes on the television because of O.J. Simpson. (I'm not sure how it is related, but I have a similar reaction to listening to music by those who died prematurely. INXS, for example.)