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This is the end.
UPDATE II: My old newsweekly ways in on “The Sopranos” finale fiasco. Instead of Tony, as far as I'm concerned, the viewers got whacked.
The line to cancel HBO starts here. What a ridiculously disappointing end lacking in creativity to The Sopranos saga. But if you're one of those who found it perversely interesting, then don't bother to read on. Even if David Chase, who wrote and directed the final episode, was demonstrating the existential and endless loop of Tony's life or the moments before the hit that causes his death, it still robbed the audience of visual closure.
UPDATE: This thing of ours, said Tony Soprano. Indeed. It's over. But
it was also a classic, one of the best that some of us watched every Sunday for years; waiting until the new season year after year in anticipation. Sure, expectations were high, but this? The ending tonight is a sad example of how to take a television classic and run it into the ground. Worst. Ending. Ever.
This season wasn't much to shake a calzone at either. It's obvious that Chase, the creator of “The Sopranos,” lost the juice for the show when James Gandolfini had his contract fracas. The acting continued to be wonderful, but the episodes this
year just didn't measure up most of the time. Since Tony got shot, with the dream sequences,
the railings came off completely. Don't stop believing? If you've seen it you know. Sure, it's just a TV show, a moment of culture passing into DVD land. However, the audience deserved better. “The Sopranos”
deserved better. Lousy way to go out. Lousy.
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