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Sunday, June 24, 2007
7:09 PM The End Seeing as it was such a dismal weekend, with weather as drab as a Bulgarian pin-up, I decided the only proper course of action was to stay home and go on a binge. Not on food (though I did eat a 3 pack of Jaffa Cakes), not on booze (though I did take a bottle of Malibu intraveneously), but on the last and final series of The Sopranos. Whoa mama. I wanted to wait till it came on Channel 4, but after little bits of office gossip and articles in newspapers I decided it would be too difficult to keep my head in the sand and avoid all spoilers until the unforseen date came. So several hours of torrent-related japery later, and it was on my PC. Episode after episode I watched, like an unrelating gluttonous Texan of the telly. I was like the chubby fella from Se7en; a kick to the sides and I would have ruptured in a veritable erruption of Mafioso gravy all over my vest. Not that I have a vest. How the hell do you pronounce Se7en anyway?? I won't spoil it for those of you who are waiting to see it, but what I will say is that it doesn't disappoint. Big characters get popped, traitors lurk around, and there's even a bit of American History X style curb stomping. Also, Phil Leotardo is a dick. The final scene? Well, I guess that's up to the viewer to interpret. But I loved the music, and I like to think that [****** ****** *******]. What I will say is that these 7 serieseseses have got to rank amongst the great TV shows ever made, and thinking about everything between that family of ducks in Tony's swimming pool to the last scene in the diner moved me in a way that no other show has. Hmmm... maybe that strange feeling inside me means that I might not be emotionally dead as once thought. Then again, it could just be gas. Leave a comment ::
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I'm totally doing the same thing with the DVD boxset of The OC's final season, starting tonight. There's 16 episodes, so I might be done by Wednesday.
I'm gonna start calling it SeSevenEn, but it's yet to come up in conversation. 16hours of OC? That much Mischa Barton must be bad for your heart.
Season Four = No Mischa Barton!! YES!!
I love saying the name "Phil Leotardo." My friend and I were talking about the Sopranos, and I kept laughing every time I said it.
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