I have spent all of yesterday, and the majority of this morning watching the Sopranos on DVD. I can’t stop watching. I watch one episode and tell myself that this is it. “No more episodes,” I tell myself, then just for kicks I look at the summary of the next episode and then I start watching. And watching.
I’m in the middle of season two, and the only thing that will keep me from stopping is the fact that I don’t have season three on DVD…yet.
For ages people have been telling me to watch the Sopranos. Every time I talk to my brother he asks me if I’ve started watching it yet. I’m glad I can finally say, that yes, I’m watching it.
Holy Canole, this show is freaking good.
My wife will attest to how much I love gangster movies, television shows, books, news clippings, and anything I can get my hands on. I don’t know what it is about the lifestyle, but it has always fascinated me. I think it has to do with those guys not giving a shite about anything or anybody. Where most people spend their lives with the status quo, avoiding confrontation at all costs, mafiosos thrive on it. They aren’t afraid to get in your face and tell you to “go f—k your mother” if that’s what will get them what they want. There is something empowering in that idea.
But I’m digging to deep when all I want to talk about is how much I freaking love the Sopranos. It’s really great TV, and seems to be one of the first shows to really move out of the television norm, and become something more cinematic, more artful.
I love the way they use language, and the way they all carry themselves, with a sense of worth and style. I love watching Tony be so conflicted with his family, and the “family” while still seeing a shrink in order to better himself. I really dig this show, man.
I’d say more, but I’ve got to go watch another episode.