Might as well dive in and stake my claim in the decades long debate that just commenced this evening about the Sopranos ending, which I thought was perfect and made a lot of sense.
Kick the break room oracle in the nuts who says....
"They're just doing it to make a movie."
"What a cop out."
"That was cool how they played Journey."
"I didn't get it."
"That guy who went into the bathroom came out and whacked him."
What's wrong with people who have watched this show for 9 years and at the end they are pissed that everything wasn't wrapped up neatly? Were they paying attention at all? Suddenly this show should throw out all it's incredibly detailed structure and tone and pacing to be like Mary Tyler Moore where everyone says a tearful goodbye at the Bing and then gets shot? What did you think of the Bible's ending? Did it suck too? I'm curious.
Tell me with a straight face that the mounting dread you felt at the end was forgettable. Tell me you didn't say "goddamn cable," and scramble for the remote at the end when the screen went blank only to stare at the credits in disbelief. You got whacked.
That's bad television? What would have been good TV? Freeze frame on each character with a title card telling what happened to them?
MEADOW ran unsuccessfully for US Senator from NJ in 2025, and is now divorced. She is the head of the North Caldwell MADD chapter after her son, Christopher, was killed by a drunk driver.
It's a show about mid-life crisis as much as the mob, and It goes on and on and on and on. It don't stop...until It does, and then It goes on and on and on. You know the ending. Stop pretending, start believing.
"It's all a big nothing," said Livia in Season 1. Tony IS dead. Not physically, but dead nonetheless. He's trapped in a dead end life. A life of constant dread and certainty that nothing good is coming. Eating and going through the motions of control to kill time until time kills him. It's the big nothing.
Maybe the same can be said for us all and perhaps it touched a nerve with the instant gratifiers in the audience. It's a tough concept to contemplate this demise of ours. Easier and more comforting to simply say, "Well that sucked," and pack another shit sandwich to eat at the office on Monday. Each day is a gift, you know.
John From Cincinnatti...now that blows.