And just like that, The Sopranos is over forever. Unlike the
ending of The X-Files five years ago (that was already five years ago, Holy Shit) which only made me sad, people actually care about this one and I bet a ton are pissed off today. I won't spoil it, but it certainly has
people on the Internet buzzing like those Cicadas yesterday, so it's fulfilling more expectations than I think most realize.
My take: It ended about the way I expected but I thought that the way it was handled was surprising and actually, kinda awesome. The cat and Paulie were great, Tony eating the orange ala
The Godfather at Carmela's estate purchase was a nice touch, appropriate gruesomeness where you wanted it, Steve Perry, and a nailbiting ending.
Anyway, I'll definitely miss it. Hey, I spent the last two hours just reading fans' and critics' reactions to the finale and I'm still digesting some of it. You don't get that from the fucking
Simple Life. I'm thankful we had it because it was some of my favorite art ever. A show that started when I lived in a shitty place on Marion Street that my friends used to call "The Treehouse" because it was five guys in a dump that the landlords wouldn't even fix (they were letting it go to shit because they were developing an apartment complex there), lasted throughout my difficult time in La Crosse and working for peanuts at a TV station (where I learned the futility of television news, fuck that noise) and extended into my alternating periods of actualization, victimization, corporate whoring, property ownership, etc... each season reflects a different post-college period for me (music doesn't really represent that for me anymore, because pop and even most modern rock isn't my thing and hasn't been since at least 1998 if not a little earlier.) Anyway, so it concludes with a little bit of sadness for me (passage of time, reflecting on the losses I've incurred and the mistakes I've committed during the duration of it), but I like the ending. And since I'm basically a cheesy optimist instead of the cynical prick I like to be sometimes, I'm choosing the lady instead of the the tiger.