Bernthal is Jon’s older and, dare I say, better-looking brother. In November, I met him in New York’s Greenwich Village at a screening of Sweet Virginia, an indie thriller featuring Jon as a former rodeo star with Parkinson’s who is running an Alaska motel. Of course, this being Bernthal, Sweet Virginia’s climactic scene involves the pop pop pop of a German rifle.
Amid the well drinks and pigs in a blanket at the lo-fi afterparty, Tom, a former journalist and a succesful businessman, marveled at his little brother’s success. “It’s amazing,” he said. “Jon was always the family fuckup. There’s, like, one legal thing in the world Jon could do—he’d make a great drug dealer—and that’s acting. He was lucky. We came from the one family in a million who didn’t throw him out of the house. The thing I remember is he could take over a room even when he
There’s, like, one legal thing in the world Jon could do— he’d make a great drug dealer—and that’s acting. He was lucky.