Ooof, Marone
A couple years ago I threw together a couple of pictures, tagged on a couple quotes, and updated a Sopranos blog on the daily. I got worn out, lost my muse, and gave it a break that lasted a lot longer than I expected. What can you do? If the Sopranos have taught us anything, you never know when life will give you a pair of socks.
I even took a break from the show. Haven’t watched it in a couple years, but it was always in the back of my mind, like a poison you couldn’t quite root out. The show covered so many life experiences that you end up finding parallels to your life. And as you discover these parallels, you realize the craft and genius that this show spit out over 86 episodes.
Since the break, things have changed. The cast and crew have moved on, Gandolfini passed away unexpectedly (R.I.P.). New shows have taken the Sopranos place on our weekly radar. The first episode was pre-9/11, it ended right before the Bush administration. The world’s a different place, and yet...
I’ve been rewatching the episodes lately. There’s a timelessness. The fashions have changed (Well, maybe not in North Jersey), but each episode still talks to us in a way often mimicked, but never replicated. It’s still a master’s class on filmmaking. Everytime you comeback, there’s something new to experience. Even more fascinating is how the Sopranos predicts the current fractured state of a nation tied down to a history that didn’t exactly play out the way we were told, and unprepared for the minute by minute tectonic shifts that challenge us each day.
We’re all Tony Soprano in Melfi’s office, trying to make sense of this world. If there’s any glimmer of hope in this cynical and depressing show, it’s that one day we’ll make the right changes, instead of digging deeper into our collective misery.
Anyway, the blog is back. There’s much more to discuss.
















