So it finally happened. The Sopranos ended on E4 Sunday night. Anyone not wishing to know two things: 1 - don't read on and 2 - congrats for making it this far because this is seemingly the worst kept secret since Prince Charles starting being seen in public with ol' horseface.
This is the obligatory gap for skim-readers who will bitch about spoilers despite the disclaimer some thirty words ago.
Anywho, back to the bravado. Wasn't it just right? In a hail of bullets, Tony introduced himself as 'da bad guy' and took down everyone inside his club with an automatic weapon....no wait...that was Scarface. So he um...swivellled in his chair, resigned to a life of crime that his wife would never be allowed in...nope The Godfather. Shit, so what happened?!
Nothing.
As the family known as Soprano sat down to the not-so-dolcid tones of Journey, Meadow entered the restaurant and...FADE TO BLACK. It just ended. Cue 7 seconds of black and the credits roll in silence.
What a shot. America is left mouth aghast unsure of how to proceed. A nation that needs closure left hanging on a knife-edge on the one thing they thought could bring them a definitive climax. Upwards of 30 people have been slain in the North Jersey mob drama - the audience has got used to things going down with a bang.
But no. A whisper. A quiet hush. Tony looks up and it fades away....as Steve Perry croons over those dying seconds...'it goes on and on and on and on'. Nothing definite, because - as Chase, so grounded in reality realises - nothing is.
Hold your theories. I'm happy with this. The black humour, politic treasure chest that was The Sopranos now sleeps with the fishes but long live the tributes.
This is the obligatory gap for skim-readers who will bitch about spoilers despite the disclaimer some thirty words ago.
Anywho, back to the bravado. Wasn't it just right? In a hail of bullets, Tony introduced himself as 'da bad guy' and took down everyone inside his club with an automatic weapon....no wait...that was Scarface. So he um...swivellled in his chair, resigned to a life of crime that his wife would never be allowed in...nope The Godfather. Shit, so what happened?!
Nothing.
As the family known as Soprano sat down to the not-so-dolcid tones of Journey, Meadow entered the restaurant and...FADE TO BLACK. It just ended. Cue 7 seconds of black and the credits roll in silence.
What a shot. America is left mouth aghast unsure of how to proceed. A nation that needs closure left hanging on a knife-edge on the one thing they thought could bring them a definitive climax. Upwards of 30 people have been slain in the North Jersey mob drama - the audience has got used to things going down with a bang.
But no. A whisper. A quiet hush. Tony looks up and it fades away....as Steve Perry croons over those dying seconds...'it goes on and on and on and on'. Nothing definite, because - as Chase, so grounded in reality realises - nothing is.
Hold your theories. I'm happy with this. The black humour, politic treasure chest that was The Sopranos now sleeps with the fishes but long live the tributes.
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