Since everyone's talking about it, and I've been a fan watching the show for ten years like so many others, I feel I have to throw my two cents in about the series finale of THE SOPRANOS--much as I loathe blogging about the same things everybody else is blogging about.
The much-debated ending of the show is brilliant, period. It's amazing how a lot of people can watch a show year after year and claim to be a fan of it and yet still not really get what its about. THE SOPRANOS isn't just a show about Mafia guys running contraban and killing each other. It has always been (at its best anyway) a tragicomedy about a midlife crisis blended with an existential examination of contemporary middle class American life. The finale returned to those themes in a brilliant fashion, using every character to illuminate some aspect of these two basic themes. And then the final scene, the abrupt cut to black before the silent closing credits, was vintage David Chase--life for these fictional characters goes on, in some fashion, but we as the audience don't get to look at them anymore. It's not Tony that gets whacked--it's us, the TV audience, who became involved, absorbed and obsessed with Tony and his dysfunctional family lo these many seasons. Case closed.
Peace...
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