I’ve been watching the Soprano’s since my old roommate left the Season 1 DVD in the apartment while I was working from home. The only season I missed was the one that focused on Tony B., and to hear tell I did not really miss anything. After all this time invested, there is no way I was going to let the series finale go by without contributing my two pennies to the intellectual debate.
Tony Soprano was my man. While I am not a gangster by any stretch of the imagination, I am drawn completely into the world of these mob bosses and their complex hierarchy. I’d like to think it was my furtive imagination allowing me to ssstttrrreeetttccchhh my life experiences to fit with those of a capo, but now I’m convinced it is some sort of sick wish fulfillment. A “Say hello to the bad guy” frame of reference that I can’t seem to shake. Ah well…
Back to the subject at hand, I can’t believe all of the negative sentiment about the final episode of the greatest TV show of probably our lifetime. I can understand the segment that feels that the show should have ended on a note that would tie up the loose ends, I never got that it would end in that manner. At the most, all I hoped for was an end to the tale of Tony (gotta love that name!) and his battle against the N.Y. crew. After all the years of attempted self-improvement mixed with a heaping helping of self-denial, the fact that no matter where you go there you are-itis smacked Tony and the family in face like it eventually does all of us. With the cyclical nature of life, how can one even hope for to tie a pretty little bow on it?
David Chase is a genius, and so are the actors (male and female) who have brought the bittersweet nature of existence to life week in and week. I’m ‘bout to pull out my Member’s Only jacket and start humming that old Journey tune while I reminisce on the good ole days.
Don’t Stop…Believin’…
And the crowd goes mild.
Ungrateful pricks.
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