We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The ending, last night, was the height of TV. Paulie, sitting silently with his Mom on an authentic Italian New Jersey sofa, stunned, emasculated, and disoriented, watching Lawrence Welk.
Am I alone in thinking that this season's Sopranos is the best that it has ever been?
Finally, this bunch of vulgar and ignorant sociopaths and low-lifes are actually being affected by life and reality. I discussed this with the hubby last week; we decided that only Chris and Paulie would be immune to change. Woops. Wrong!
The moving part of this is the idea that these ruthless creeps might really have hearts and souls, buried deep inside - however immature, self-centered, paranoid, and undeveloped they are. And the bits about Vito in New Hampshire - wonderful. Live Free or Die! It makes you sympathetic to every lost gay fellow, searching for a real life. It almost brought tears to these eyes when Vito and the diner cook went riding off on their motorcycles through the New Hampshire hills.
I heard a semi-well-informed rumor that they might come back next season...we'll see. I hope so, because it is finally becoming more interesting than it was - and it was always brilliantly-made, with perfect detail. And with perfect music.