They all sat in the restaurant like sitting ducks, waiting for someone to walk in and blow them all away. You expected that man in the booth to walk inside the bathroom, reach behind the toilet and grab the hidden gun and come out and aim it right at Tony’s head. You wanted Meadow to get run over on that dark street. You thought Carmela would be screaming and crying, with blood all over her, as she watched her entire family die, and then she would be finished too. AJ, the crybaby, he would cry no more….
You thought you would have a grand overhead director’s cut view, a dramatic pull-out, wide shot of the four dead, blood soaked victims on the octagonal tiles, as Verdi played. You imagined waking up to read Peggy Noonan write something moral and sensible about how “evil men must die, it’s been that way since Aristotle…” or some other nonsense. You wanted David Brooks to write: “this is the only possible solution for the end of “The Sopranos” and I applaud Mr. Chase for his guts in killing off his characters…”
In real life, bad people sometimes get away with things. More often than not. Then why do we love them so much?
Here in Van Nuys 