Sunday, June 10, 2007

That sound you just heard was the howling cry of millions of Sopranos watchers....

Subject: TV
...all calling for the head of David Chase, served on a platter.

I will resist spoiling the ending for any of you who are timeshifting, but suffice to say, it's not just Guilliermo Del Toro I'm yelling "fuck you" at this weekend.

For different reasons of course. Here it is, the most anticipated grande finale on television in years, and... and... Arrrgh!

And that sound you hear now? That's millions of Sopranos watchers slamming their doors as they march out of their houses, ready to storm HBO headquarters with torches and pitchforks.

...Okay, honestly though, I'm laughing uproariously. Both at the outright audacity that he did what he just did and just angry he just made everyone, and frankly, at just how freakin' brilliant that was. The buildup, the misdirection, the weird little "normalcy" of it if it weren't for the high-intensity pressure of our own expectations... And then there's Meadow trying (and failing) to parallel park. Over and over. I'm speechless.

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