How's Annie?
Okay. We finally got around to seeing the final episode of The Sopranos that everyone's been talking about. Okay, that everyone's been bitching and moaning about, because it ends without 'closure.' That the end was a deliberate mind-fuck by David Chase, a diner scene with Tony and family, with cutaways to suspicious-looking characters, to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing." And then it just cuts off, black and silent.
People are genuinely angry about it, they're feeling betrayed.
And all I have to say is: you pussies. You want a show that sucks you in and then leaves you truly kicked in the spiritual and emotional nuts? Try the unresolved cliffhanger ending of Twin Peaks, with Annie lost in the Black Lodge, and Cooper possessed by the spirit of Evil Bob, cackling in the mirror, repeating "How's Annie" over and over, wasting toothpaste. And we even got a Twin Peaks movie that not only didn't resolve the cliffhanger of the show - it was a flashback to events before the series - it mostly just planted in my mind the idea that David Lynch is really a dirty old man in indie auteur's clothing. All that cool back story to explore, and we just see a lot of footage of Moira Kelly (remember her? Think WInona Ryder with a head cold) getting skanky.
Don't get me wrong: there's a time and place for footage of a skanky Moira Kelly, and I'll happily view it all. But not when we still don't know what's the deal with the damn kid and his grandma and their Garmonbozia! Jesus, get your priorities straight, Lynch. He really does have a thing for putting his story on hold and having his lead actresses be nude in publicly humiliating ways. I'm just saying.
So: stop your whining about whether Tony Soprano got whacked. It was a great ending to a well-done show, and we got what we deserved - a huge spoonful of cool ambiguity. Just be thankful that HBO didn't pull it on a major cliffhanger like they did with Carnivalé. Oy, don't even get me started on that. I cancelled my cable because of that lame shit.
But: they've given the Flight of the Conchords their own show, so all is forgiven.
D.
People are genuinely angry about it, they're feeling betrayed.
And all I have to say is: you pussies. You want a show that sucks you in and then leaves you truly kicked in the spiritual and emotional nuts? Try the unresolved cliffhanger ending of Twin Peaks, with Annie lost in the Black Lodge, and Cooper possessed by the spirit of Evil Bob, cackling in the mirror, repeating "How's Annie" over and over, wasting toothpaste. And we even got a Twin Peaks movie that not only didn't resolve the cliffhanger of the show - it was a flashback to events before the series - it mostly just planted in my mind the idea that David Lynch is really a dirty old man in indie auteur's clothing. All that cool back story to explore, and we just see a lot of footage of Moira Kelly (remember her? Think WInona Ryder with a head cold) getting skanky.
Don't get me wrong: there's a time and place for footage of a skanky Moira Kelly, and I'll happily view it all. But not when we still don't know what's the deal with the damn kid and his grandma and their Garmonbozia! Jesus, get your priorities straight, Lynch. He really does have a thing for putting his story on hold and having his lead actresses be nude in publicly humiliating ways. I'm just saying.
So: stop your whining about whether Tony Soprano got whacked. It was a great ending to a well-done show, and we got what we deserved - a huge spoonful of cool ambiguity. Just be thankful that HBO didn't pull it on a major cliffhanger like they did with Carnivalé. Oy, don't even get me started on that. I cancelled my cable because of that lame shit.
But: they've given the Flight of the Conchords their own show, so all is forgiven.
D.
Labels: cliffhangers, Sopranos, Twin Peaks
posted by Dave Kopperman | 12:44 AM
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