My lovely, extraordinarily long-suffering, high school English teacher wife wrapped another school year last Friday and we’ve been feeding the finches up north for the last few days. Still are, in fact. Internet connections are funky in rural Wisconsin, which is one excuse for so little blogging.
We did run around Superior and Duluth Sunday afternoon trying to find a bar or coffee shop to watch The Sopranos finale. (News flash, TVs in Superior bars are for watching NASCAR, not fat Italians.)
So we contented ourselves with smoked pork chops from Superior Meats (what a jewel of a joint) and counting fire flies back at the ranch.
Imagine my surprise when I checked in Monday for Sopranos reviews. Baby, that’s gotta hurt! The faithful are not pleased. Judging by the clips of the final scene and on-line reaction, I think David Chase is having it not just both ways, but every way. He seems to be establishing a new hyper-paranoid state of mind for Tony, which won’t help his mania and depression, (as Tony describes it), but he is also declining the opportunity to flood and shutter the gold mine. Movies. HBO special. Spin-offs. Anything can still go.
Alan Sepinwall of the Newark Star-Ledger has been every fan’s best conduit to Chase and Sopranos lore. Here’s an interview he did with Chase after Sunday’s black-out finale.
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