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'The Sopranos': Fade to black

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It was an ending that, if nothing else, had millions on their feet. In what may be the first case of finalus interruptus, David Chase, faced with deciding between a bang and a whimper, chose neither. Instead the creator of “The Sopranos” decided to fool millions of Americans into believing their cable had gone out for possibly the most important moment in the history of televised drama.

The final scene of the final episode of “The Sopranos” had all the elements of traditional climax down to the benign plate of onion rings Tony “ordered for the table.” As the Soprano family gathered in a diner, the light was mellow, the talk was mundane and Tony (James Gandolfini) kept one eye on the door, watching any number of possible assassins or smug federal agents as they poured sugar in their coffee or visited the men’s room (possibly to retrieve, à la “The Godfather,” their weapons cache). Then, just as Meadow (Jamie-Lynn Sigler) joined the group, and the tension became virtually unbearable — szzzz. Blank screen.

For several agonizing moments, America was united ... in uttering every profanity known to man as millions of hands reached for millions of remotes, while partners and friends yelled, “No, no, don’t touch it!”

Then, silently, the credits began to roll and somewhere Chase was, no doubt, having a pretty good laugh.

Not a predictable way to end what is now constantly referred to as the most significant television show ever, but then Chase has reveled in his unpredictability from the start. Certainly the show’s setup — a depressed mob boss seeks solace in psychotherapy — was a bit off-template. And through the eight years the show has ruled cable, Chase has consistently refused to bend for dramatic convention; the creation of characters and situations that rose to shuddering heights only to disappear two beats before climax has become one of his hallmarks. The Russian mobster simply disappeared into the snow; this season Little Vito seemed primed to “go Columbine” only to vanish from the scene. In the previous episode, Chase summarily dispensed with the beloved Dr. Melfi (Lorraine Bracco) through a rat-a-tat series of ridiculous events that had the psychiatric community in an uproar last week  — no self-respecting shrink would allow herself to be conned, at a stupid dinner party, into believing that all those years were worthless. And fans wondered  whether Chase and his writers had forgotten what it was they had loved about the show in the first place.

So after the initial heart palpitations have slowed, the surprise ending does not seem quite so surprising. The episode that led up to it, that alleged final episode ever, was workaday “Sopranos.” Or as workaday as it could be with Bobby dead, Sil almost dead, and the Feds apparently working a turncoat. and Rapt viewers analyzed every detail, from the look on Paulie’s (Tony Sirico) face after Tony asked him to take over Carlo’s operation, to the songs on the jukebox in the final scene.

Chase wrote the episode alone, and he was clearly enjoying himself, playing on the fact that people had their own expectations — odds were Tony would get whacked — and would bring to these details what they wanted to bring. He even managed to insert a little lecture about the downtrodden scriptwriter through an old “Twilight Zone” episode playing in the background of one scene.

Much of the narrative dealt with the state of that interminable whiner A.J. (Robert Iler). As he prepared to commit statutory rape (his girlfriend is a junior in high school), his car caught fire and he experienced, he told his therapist, the thrill of destruction. Tony, of course, was furious because he had already told A.J. the danger of parking the SUV in leaves — “you could grill a steak on that convertor.” The things that haunted Tony for the last eight episodes were suddenly nonexistent. Christopher’s death had improved his gambling luck (though he had picked up a stray cat that did nothing but stare at Chris’ picture). He even came to some sort of terms with Uncle Junior (Dominic Chianese), a man bitter even without his memories. “The two of you ran north Jersey,” Tony told Junior. “Did we? That’s nice,” Junior answered before gazing blankly out the window.

With the exception of that scene, and the fact that Tony’s operatives were finally able to locate and whack Phil Leotardo (Frank Vincent), it was as if none of these people realized this was the final episode of “The Sopranos.” (Except the cat. The cat seems to realize.) In one scene, as Tony managed to turn a conversation with A.J.’s therapist into a conversation about him — “My mother was a very difficult woman. I didn’t have a very happy family life” — the look on Carmela’s (Edie Falco) face was priceless. And for a moment it was as if Tony’s years in therapy, his entire character arc, the entire show for that matter, had never happened. People were trying to kill him, his son had just attempted suicide and was now joining the Army, and again it was all about him and his mother. All that hard work for nothing.

Which may be exactly what many people were feeling as Journey sang “Don’t Stop Believin’.” while the Sopranos sat in a diner, and it was then that the television went dead.

Chase is possibly the only man in America who could get away with such a thing, and maybe he shouldn’t. While it is one thing to flout the conventions of television, it’s another to flip dramatic tradition, not to mention your audience, the bird. No, he didn’t owe us any neat endings, nor some sort of final word on the nature of good and evil. But after eight years, he did owe us catharsis, some sort of emotional experience that would, if not sum up the entire eight years, leave us with something more meaningful than instant panic and lingering irritation. In the end, the art of writing is the art of making choices. Ending a series with the social weight of “The Sopranos” is not an enviable task, but end it must, and not with the sophomoric gesture of a blank screen.

Yes, people will be talking about the show tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, but they probably won’t be talking about Tony Soprano or any of the work the very fine cast of actors and writers has done over the years. They’ll be talking about how frustrating the blank screen was. In fear of tainting the legacy of “The Sopranos” — if Tony really was just one more truly bad man, some viewers would feel betrayed; if he went from antihero to hero, others would feel the same — Chase has offered us instead an epic novel with a do-it-yourself ending.

And, of course, the distinct possibility of "The Sopranos: The Movie."

-- Mary McNamara

Update from Mary:

The blank screen.

In less than 24 hours, it has become the obelisk from “2001,” the Rorschach blot, Stonehenge and “Ulysses” all rolled into one. The sudden blank screen that marked the final moments of the final episode of “The Sopranos” is the new dark mirror in which viewers see the reflections of their own dreams and desires. In hundreds of responses, to my personal mailbox and in the comment area here, readers have deconstructed that image with the passion and alacrity of literary theory post-grads on an espresso bender.

The blank screen signified Tony’s death (exactly as he described it to Bobby on their fateful fishing trip), it was David Chase literally “pulling the plug” on his creation. It represented the paranoia in which Tony lived his life, Uncle Junior’s descent into Alzheimer’s, the repressed panic of the female characters. The sudden darkness symbolized the demise of the Italian community, the corruption of the American soul, of American television or (my personal favorite) Chase’s commentary on the country’s dependence on cable TV.

The theories are bountiful and boundless and reveal a level of sophistication that, while not surprising among fans of such a multi-layered and literate show, seems to contradict the conventional wisdom that television kills creative thought, if not actual brain cells, among viewers.

Nobody would call these “Sopranos” fans couch potatoes.

Obsessive, perhaps—here’s to the one reader who looked up the entire “Twilight Zone” episode and the other who matched the songs Tony passed over on the jukebox to the stages of his life—but then isn’t obsession one requirement of intelligent analysis?

But there is an overall awareness of how television, and the writing process, works, of what the show stood for, both philosophically and within the entertainment industry.

It all goes to prove one point: that it didn’t really matter how Chase chose to end his legendary series. Whacked or not, arrested or not, somehow suddenly heroic or not, some people would have loved it, some people would have hated it. In today’s world, it turns out, one does not go out with either a bang or a whimper, but with a thousand e-mails.

-- M.M.

(Photo courtesy HBO)

 
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Great television, good drama---very well done. I just wish people would get as worked up about the things that happen to good people. Let's face it, as with the Godfather movies---yes, it's compelling; yes, it shows us the nuances and complexities of life and its gray areas; yes, it is about the human condition---but at the end of the day, it's a story about evil people who do awful things. I just wish we'd put as much energy into exploring the depths of good people, too.

So that stugatz Chase pulled a fast one on every sucker who has been watching this show for how many years? Will the sequel be far behind? I was hoping Tony would kill Dr. Melfi and then himself. Or maybe vice-versa.

Bill up there seems to me the one who got it.

There was a reason besides a "cheap shot" ending. Chase wasn't writing just a gimmick. This, he was trying to say, is what life as Soprano is like... really like. You're always looking over your shoulder for the moment you die - while having onion rings with your family.

That could have been his last moment. Or just a night out. He lives in a constant state of paranoia. It would be intolerable to most of us. Tony always seems to have "unfinished business".

Now - so do we. I wish Mary commented on this.

The ending was perfect...plain and simple. Maybe people are looking for resolution, but there is none for Tony. Like Rick and Renault walking across the rain-soaked runway at the end of Casablanca, or Steven Carrell bursting into song at the end of 40 Year Old Virgin, the best endings suggest beginnings. Or at the very least, give us a clear sense of how the world is going to go on after the show is over. This was one of those endings. I don't think David Chase was cheating anyone...or turning convention on its head...he was just letting him know that life would go on, except even in the most mundane moments, Tony would be watching the door. And the power of the ending was that we were all there watching it with him.

About as interesting as the last episode of Seinfeld. What a disappointment. Chase should have allowed other writers to participate.

The ending was great!

That was as infuriating--and frankly, insulting--an ending as the last episode of Twin Peaks.

Tony Soprano knows more surely than 99% of us how his life will end: death by a fellow gangster or in jail. He, like, us just doesn't know when.

All the intellectual analysis about the ending is a crock. We just wanted to see basic, good ol' blood and guts. Who cares about Chase making jokes about cable and the hidden messages. Television is basically about escapism (see Paris Hilton) and not much more. The ending sucked, period.

i loved that there was no wrap-up. it really fit with the series and the sort of fantasy that this could actually be happening in the world.
the entire season was sort of an intense build up with no climax until last week when bobby and sil were shot. the final episode was fitting with that. like anyone could be shot, or some accident could happen at anytime, but mabey not.
the finally left us with the feeling that life goes on for the sopranos, we just dont get to watch it any more. the only thing that really makes me mad is that this was the last season of the only show on sunday night.

Beautiful!

AJ wasn't going to commit statutory rape. In New Jersey the statute is laid out here:
New Jersey

§ 2C: 14-2
Aggravated sexual assault is sexual penetration with a victim under age 13.

Sexual assault is sexual penetration with a victim between age 13 and 16 when the actor is at least four years older.

Just wanted to keep you informed

Its the show about nothing.

TONY GOT WHACKED!

Many times Tony said, “When you get whacked, you don’t see it coming. Everything just goes black.”

What I'll remember about the final episode is not the fate of Tony, rather cursing aloud at Time Warner Cable, thinking my DVR recording failed before the ending.

i loved it

mary, mary-

those onion rings - aren't they shot full of holes?

and tony, isn't his back to the door?

and dr. melfi - remember her face at the dinner
party? wasn't she pissed at dr. kupferberg and
his professional and immoral friends for playing
her, equivocating her services to tony as criminal?

and isn't it more possible she forces him out the
door cause she's really got it bad for a guy tha
ain't no good - who she nonetheless want to
protect, to mother like his momma never did?

and junior - statuatory rape? the girl might be
playing a highschooler, but she isn't, we know
that, it's a lot like an internet sting, there is no
fifteen year old girl, and besides, she juimps
him, and gets on top right before the fires of
eternal damnation, i mean the leaves beneath
aj's suv, catch on fire, bringing that action to
a memorable yet somehow unfulfillng interruptus.

chase could give scorcese morality lessons.

and the blackout?...hey, maybe tony's still
there, maybe not. and maybe there'll be more,
and maybe....maybe we'll all have to get back
to our own lives for a while. maybe.

ciao, sopranos. adio.

Journey cashed in (again) also.

This comment back to OW...
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I thought this show was really really strong. It was obviously well written and something that I wish I can someday acheive.
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But the total ambiguous ending really doesnt take much creative effort. Everyone could easily just say... oh yea, life goes on... nice. I would argue that this is the EASIEST way to end things and sets chase up to make a few soprano movies when he gets the itch.
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I believe that really strong series should focus on their endings just as much on their set up. And ten years from now I will still be talking about how GREAT six feet under was from the beginning to the end... It all fit, it all had motivation... The Sopranos will always have the astrick that it copped out at the end.
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Really what was the motivation behind the whole last scene? All I can see is cheap gimmick to make people think their cable went out... thats it.
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Maybe Chase thinks himself clever, but I think he was just cowardly.

The diner scene in The Sopranos seemed to encompass a cross section of America. There were the boy scouts, the truck driver, the guy and girl out on a date, the loner (who looked suspiciously like a hitman, given his furtive glances at Tony) and, of course, the Sopranos themselves. Is Chase observing the Mob as simply a part of the American fabric? Is he telling us that their tale is no more or no less remarkable than anyone else’s? After all, just looking at Tony, Carmela and A.J. sitting in the both, they really could have been any average family out for a greasy spoon meal. Tony, the way he was dressed, could have been coming from his bowling league. Or are we perhaps being reminded of the banality of evil?

 
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