I’m bummed for a lot of reasons about the end of “The Sopranos.” I’ll miss Tony’s invincible life force, and the shambling way he pulls late-night snacks out of the refrigerator. I’ll miss Carm’s shrewd emotional casuistry, and Meadow’s fight to make a clean life, and Artie’s weird unkillable marriage, and Paulie’s utter lack of self-insight, and Dr. Melfi’s half-sexy, half-unnerving voice. I’ll miss the Bada Bing and Satriale’s and that great opening sequence, the drive through stratified class layers until we arrive at Tony’s vulgar McMansion. I’ll even miss poor little lost A.J., who, God help him, not only tried to commit suicide, but discovered the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.You can read all of Kamiya’s essay here.
But mostly, I'll miss the show’s absolute and perverse amorality. In the age of Bush, how am I going to survive without my weekly double shot of ethical ambiguity?
Finally, we’ve mentioned this video before--a hilarious encapsulation of the first six seasons of The Sopranos, all in seven minutes--but with the series’ pending end, it seems worth featuring again. Enjoy.
READ MORE: “David Chase Says He Doubts He’ll Make Sopranos Movie,” by Erik Davis (TV Squad).