Like Charles Ponzi would have said, don’t stop believing, fools.
I’m somewhat surprised that so many people cared much about how the The Sopranos would end. I thought the first half of the sixth season rather clearly demonstrated that Chevy Chase, or whatever his name is, was deeply wrapped up in some passion that had nothing at all to do with entertaining the show’s audience. When we renewed our HBO subscription yesterday it wasn’t so that I could watch the end of The Sopranos, but rather so that my wife can watch Big Love.
The only thing that could further degrade the memory of the once great The Sopranos would be if George Lucas made three prequel-seasons.
Adam Gaffin has a round up of Boston bloggers’ reactions to the last episode over at Universal Hub.
