My good friend Paul is
lashing out at critics and speculators of Sunday's Sopranos finale.
He calls the ending "genius", I'm not sure if he believes this or is doing what he loves, observing a consensus and arguing the merit in the other point of view.
My argument is that after eight years of investing emotions and thoughts into a character, we deserved to know what happened to Tony Soprano either way. If Sunday night just ended with them together eating onion rings I would've been fine (I've never been a Sopranos "bloodhound" like the friend of mine who texted me halfway through saying "this is touching and all, but I want some killing"), if Members Only jacket guy had shot Tony, I would've been fine. But not knowing makes me feel a little stupid for caring about Tony Soprano for six (really seven) seasons.
He also took some shots at '24' which is popular to do this year (although he's been consistent with this). For the record this would be an intelligent way to end '24', even though I would riot, to kill or not kill Jack in the first minute of the 25th hour.
Yes, I am trying to settle this argument so that it does not dominate what is shaping to be an epic weekend coming up where I will run into Paul and most of the rest of Kliq 920.
Perhaps Paul is just lamenting the loss of a
crush. I somehow don't think Jamie-Lyn Sigler is going anywhere and will show up on some CBS sitcom someday (maybe How I Met Your Mother).
I also still think at some point HBO will unveil the ending in a desparate ratings grab sometime next year.
Labels: Paul's Poop, Sopranos