See that Henry Hill, the mobster turned informant, and inspiration for one of my top three movies ever, Goodfellas, has died. I became a huge Ray Liotta and Joe Pesci fan after that movie, and developed a wicked crush on Lorraine Bracco that lasted through her "Soprano" years to the present "Rizzoli and Isles." My other two favorites? Shawshank Redemption and Fried Green Tomatoes. I know, I know, the last could be called a "chick flick", but let's just call it my guilty pleasure, OK?





