Monday, June 11, 2007
What Sucks…People Whose Panties Are In A Knot Over The Way The Sopranos Ended
SPOILER ALERT: I TALK ABOUT HOW THE SOPRANOS ENDS
I really put some thought into this today (read: I thought about the Sopranos while eating a burrito for lunch) and I have to say that the negative reaction the Sopranos ultimate episode got in most of NY’s papers as well as across the web today, blows.
I’ve been critical of the show in the past. As much as the next guy I have bemoaned anything involving AJ, Carm’s spec house, Artie Bucco, Artie Bucco’s marriage, Artie Bucco serving rabbit, Artie Bucco beating up the kid who played Vinnie on Doogie Howser.
But the last two episodes of the show prior to the finale were powerhouses, and the final one, I’m gonna say, was a pretty damn good as final episodes go. Sure, it was no final episode of Newhart, but considering what this show is all about, I wouldn’t rush to call it crap.
Traditionally, and when you look at the complaints in the Post and Daily News about the show, it’s always the same thing- not enough action – not enough people getting whacked, etc. Seriously, if the people who constantly make that complaint were directing the Sopranos, we’d never get past season one, because everyone would be dead. There are days in the mafia where no one gets killed. There are days where they just eat pasta. No, no episode in the run of the show would have been better if Carm and Meadow were shot in the head, twice. All right, maybe on of the Johnny Cakes episodes.
The ending sequence on last night’s show, made a serious statement, be it about how Tony can never relax, never knowing where his hit is going to come from- or that women can’t parallel park- both points are equally valid- and should not be dismissed because we didn’t get to see Tony carried out of the restaurant in a stretcher.
In other words, no- your cable didn’t go out- it was the creator of the show, showing you in no uncertain terms, that Tony’s very survival was determined minute by minute and that his life, like the screen could go black at any time.
Why we had to know the FBI guy was fucking another FBI agent WAY, WAY, WAY hotter than him, I don’t know, but that’s David Chase.