The Sopranos

Madonn’. My first watch of the masterful cartoon about family and death is over.

Tony’s belly. Carmela’s nails. Melfi’s voice. Paulie’s hair. Adriana’s hoops. Janice’s tattoo. Christopher’s profile. Good thing they all exist forever.

A few moments after the screen faded to black in the final episode, I opened up a million tabs of analyses, award show acceptances, and interviews with the actors and creator David Chase. In one finale debate between two super-critics, they mention that for their Sopranos book they spent hours with Chase asking about his artful choices, the intricate orchestration of every subplot, the toxic ripples of family ties, the dreams and portents, and of course the meaning of the series’ final scene. Meaning the underlying question was really just: how did you even think of that? And though Chase was willing to take part in the extrication of his art, his answer much of the time was, it just sort of happened that way. Oh! The most comforting answer. — Delighter #2