You guys! Who forgot to tell me that The Sopranos is fucking everything? I was just dickin’ around looking for something to fill the void after I finished The Staircase and I figured what the hell. Give it an episode.
Jesus tits you guys. This show!
Most importantly, the writing is tight as shit. The characters are all complex , decadently rich, and full-bodied. And the therapy scenes are fucking physically painful to watch, so they’re authentic and representative of the real thing. Which is likewise physically painful.
It’s the epitome of character-driven fiction. I mean, step back from it and look at it through the eyes of a writer and it’s clear as day: the plot is nothing but a delivery system for these characters. That, you guys, is good writing. Great, great fiction is built on a foundation of character, not plot.
Oh my god.
I know, you guys. I totally, totally know. I can hear myself. I’m like 20 years late to the party but I am smitten as hell and I can’t stop smooshing.
I’m a total dweeb right now over this damn show.
So. That’s a thing that’s happened.
Okay. I’m only in the midst of season one but here.
Here is where I fell all the way in love.
Tony just got treated like a sideshow attraction by his shithead neighbor and he wants to get him back. Like, this geek thinks it’s all Godfather and so Tony gets a box of sand and asks him to hold on to it.
Just to mindfuck the guy.
Oh my god. You guys.
I love everything about it.
Tony is my people. I mean, there’s the murder and the infidelity and whatever but.
I mean we all have issues.
It’s okay Tony. You’re a work in progress.