Last night at 2:30 in the morning, I finished the last episode of The Sopranos. I am still a bit worn out, but it could be the lack of sleep too. No. This series was particularly good. The cast, which were one of the most interesting I’ve come across in a Tv series, were heavily backed up by brilliant storywriters and kick-ass directors.
I’m not going to spoil your fun if you haven’t seen all the episodes, but watch out – this series really get to you. The build-up of every incident that leads from that or the other, parted up with Tony Sopranos’ emotional life presented to us in three levels: 1) RL, 2) at his therapist and 3) in his dreams. All the while keeping the good old-fashioned mobster-movie feel that made the Godfather such a success. ‘Cause that’s the real feat here; keeping the atmosphere of a 1930 mafia movie in a modern day setting. And Tony lets us know how he admires the strong, silent type which seems the opposite of his own situation in regards of the therapy but also how his own children and associates act.
And the drama? As good as any. No. It’s better.