I am referring of course to the season finales of the two shows that have kept me glued my husband’s 60 inch baby every Sunday night for the last several months.
The Sopranos. Wow. Why do I have a feeling I am not going to be the only one bitching about the way it ended? The buildup was great- the stuff with the FBI agent tipping Tony off, Paulie acting all spooked, the gas station scene, the family meeting at the restaurant. Was anyone else’s heart racing as Meadow repeatedly mis-parked and then ran across the street? You just KNEW this was it, and the adrenaline was pumping. The guy watched them as he walked to the bathroom, and then…THAT??? That’s IT?? When the screen went dark I honestly thought our tv had stopped working. They could not POSSIBLY have ended it the way they did. But they did. They could not have found a worse way to end what previously had been an exciting, well written show. I love HBO, I really do, but I have lost a lot of faith in them tonight and cannot see letting myself get invested in any more new series with them. Not if this is how they reward long-time viewers.
Luckily I didn’t have too much time to brood, as immediately afterwards
The Tudors came on. This show has been a rising star for
Showtime, and tonight’s episode did not disappoint. I won’t give too much away, but I noticed there were several clues about events to come peppered into this chapter. I have been a fan of the Tudors from day one, and continue to recommend it to anyone who will listen. It’s rare a drama can be so action-packed as to leave you feeling gluttonously stuffed after every episode, yet be so well played out as to continuously whet your appetite for more. The season finale was no exception, and I walked away immensely satisfied, much unlike the King in the last 5 minutes of the show.
To the Tudors, I’ll miss you, and will be counting the days until we meet again in 2008.
To the Sopranos, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.