6/27/2013

Cut To Black

James Gandolfini last week experienced the final cut to black. 



Oh Spoilers if you haven’t seen it by the way. But you should have seen it by now. In fact I should have seen it before last year, when I eventually did. My initial instinct when I heard the news about Gandolfini was to make some joke about him being clipped by the New York families, but I resisted – at any rate I did two meaningful upset tweets with YouTube clips of him being brilliant – before I made the final cut to black reference. 

The Sopranos was such a massive part of my life last year – for some reason I still think in academic years (probably because I’m not that academic) so I’m talking from July 2011-July 2012 – actually it would have been around this time a year ago that I was sitting down to watch the last ever episode of The Sopranos. In July 2011 I was moving in for a year with some friends and three of us decided to invest in a box set we could spend our evenings watching. The Sopranos was always on, and often top of, lists of the greatest television shows ever and so it didn’t seem too foolish to spend £60 on the complete box set in the HMV sale without having seen a single episode. 

I wasn’t sure what to expect, I probably thought I wanted to see what the fuss was about, but didn’t expect to like it. A lot of the praise poured on The Sopranos was similar to that lavished on The Godfather trilogy from the same genre, and when I eventually gave into the hype and watched those films I was never really a fan. I sat through one and two and cultivated a mild interest in the events that were unfolding on the screen, but to be honest I couldn't really give two fucks about those people. I was interested but not engaged with the characters. That’s the problem with Mafia types they do come across as dicks, largely on account of how much dickishness goes on in their line of work. 

That’s why I love The Sopranos because Tony Soprano wasn't a dick. Well he was a dick. But he wasn't a dick. I mean he obviously was. I mean...oh I don't know. And that's why James Gandolfini, and of course the writers and supporting cast, are so good. I honestly don't know. I spent a year watching this man commit countless murders but damn I wanted him to get away with them. That’s a hard thing to pull off. I was too morally uptight to carry on watching Dexter when I realised I wanted everyone to succeed except that repugnant cold blooded killer. (Yes, I know he has a code. That’s what 98% of the worlds truly evil people tell themselves). 


The Sopranos tagline is "Family Redefined" and that's really quite apt. Really it’s a show about family and Tony's attempts to balance his biological family life with his mafia family is the heart of the show. Roughly equal screen time is given to each and the characters are all strong. Both sides have a range of characters and storylines that are almost as complex as Tony's. Both have people you love and people you hate. I mean, if I'm honest, I find the murderers of the mafia vile, but Id far rather see Tony's fucking sister whacked than any of them. 

James Gandolfini's job is to stride across these two plot lines. He jumps from proudly showing Meadow around uni open days to clipping an FBI informant in the space of an episode, that moral ambiguity is where Gandolfini is amazing. Is his heart in the right place? 

James Gandolfini's death is like so much of The Sopranos all the more horrible because you don't see it coming. For six seasons it's some of the most shocking television I have ever seen. That’s shocking as in surprising, not shocking as in shit by the way, unless you include the scenes with Tony's fucking sister. In any scene where there’s rising tensions between two characters you have to start wondering how long it is before someone gets shot. Christopher being shot is a total WTF moment (apologies for that moronic sounding sentence but its true) and even when you’ve read this, you won’t be expecting it. Leading characters get clipped left, right and centre. Nobody, literally, is safe. And the deaths are brutal. The penultimate episode, which sees shit get real and the characters go into hiding, is the most tense I've been watching TV, because you know someone big is going to die. You know because someone you thought would be around at the end was brutally dealt with weeks before with four episodes left and so nobody was safe to be still alive by the end of it. Edge of your seat is a cliché that's only ever really true of Doctor Who and Deal or No Deal but I watched a lot of The Sopranos resisting the urge to jump right up off the sofa - because I am British, it wouldn't be seemly and we had low ceilings in our basement living room. 

But then there were so many moments of The Sopranos where we were sat back in our seats, tempted to look at our Facebook’s. Sopranos moves fast but knows when to develop slow. So much of The Sopranos is slow and will focus on conversations, meals, family get-togethers and mafia sit-downs. Sometimes they seem to be discussing irrelevancies - a restaurant they like, or a place they've always wanted to visit - but not a word is wasted, it all goes to character development. Nobody is left 2D. The real quiet moments come between Tony and Doctor Melfi his psychiatrist who is helping him deal with his inevitable stress. These would be so easy to make like the interview segments in Parks and Recreation or any other number of audience asides (that's my A Level in drama talking there), you know where they go "of course I think The Sopranos is a totally brilliant and in depth show," and then it cuts to them alone going "I’m totally just watching it because Tony’s daughter is hot." But these are scenes all about restraint. It differs between the totally restrained and the all out "lets fuck" sexual tension. Half the time Tony appears to only be there to play mind games with Dr Melfi, or because he’s bored. Sometimes he wants to discuss his problems, sometimes he doesn’t, and sometimes he wants to have sex with her senseless. So intriguing and deep are Tony’s therapy sessions that eventually Dr Melfi ends up seeing a psychiatrist! (Who, by the way, is a total arse but entertainingly so. He’s pretty well developed for such a minor and knobbish character).

The scenes between Tony and his families can be equally tense, loving, angry, violent and oddly full of sexual chemistry. Long running storylines include him dealing with his daughter moving to college and falling in love with a black(ish) boyfriend, his son’s falling grades at school while acting the big man because of who his dad is and falling in love with a woman with a baby. His constant lies and hiding details of his mafia life and money from his wife and their on/off arguing that ends with him living in the summer house for most of a season is another major story thread. There’s even a suicide attempt in there (another minor spoiler, but again an “Oh shit” moment that’s perfectly done) oh and a bear casually wandering around the garden on a few occasions plus of course his fucking arse-ache of a sister and his controlling mother who, in the first two seasons, seems to be the real manipulative power behind both his families. Not to mention Carmella fancying the effortlessly beautiful Furio.


Meanwhile in Gangster life he has to deal with FBI informants and investigations, Christopher’s drug use, his (quite sensible) trust issues with all of his crew, his senile uncle junior whose carer Bobby is going out with his fucking sister, his numerous affairs with many exotic foreign women, the gangs of New York and Carmine Lupertazzi and lil’ Carmine (which sounds like a ventriloquist act but is far more threatening in the show) and Phil Leotardo, Vito being gay, numerous murders and sit downs and debts to be repaid. Oh and being shot by his own senile uncle. Probably the best quiet slow moment from the mafia side of things – and there are loads to choose from – is the FBI listening in to  Pussy crying in the toilet at Tony’s house party because he’s wearing a wire and supplying them with evidence. I feel like I should say for crying in the toilets he lives up to his name, but he really doesn’t, he’s actually quite a brave but weak character and Tony’s best friend, who is crippled with guilt and shame because of what he’s doing and overcome with fear, so rather than make any kind of cheap joke, I’m just going to celebrate this awesome character and say I love Pussy. Damn.

A lot has been written about how violent and sweary The Sopranos is, which is wrong because they missed out the huge amount of fucking that goes on. And a lot of people have talked about how deep and developed the characters are, but there is yet even more to The Sopranos. At times, it can be just plain weird. A couple of episodes take place almost entirely in dreams, which like dreams are complicated, full of imagery and make less sense than the decision to put Russell Brand on Question Time. One memorable image that turned up haunting my dreams afterwards is Pussy reincarnated as a talking fish (a sentence not used often since Salvador Dali’s attempt to write erotica). Of course these all delve deep into the psychology of the dreamer and push forward how we see Tony – the talking fish Pussy really pushes forward our understanding of their relationship and makes what happens next more interesting and bloody – we just need a commentary track from Sigmund Freud or an English student who paid more attention than me, to get through some of this imagery. When Tony is shot and spends three episodes in a coma, he has a weird Life On Mars type experience where he learns to live life as Kevin Finnerty, a travelling salesman – Gandolfini playing Finnerty but not really knowing whether he’s Tony or Kevin is pitched brilliantly by the way, since I was meant to be praising Gandolfini when I started this now seems as good a time as any to mention his name again.

The one thing I wasn’t really expecting to be as present in The Sopranos before I saw it, and the thing it seems people still don’t talk about much now, is how bloody hilarious it is. As early as episode two Silvio Dante does his first “Just when I thought I was out….they pull me back in” impression. In a first series where you don’t really know which characters you can trust or like, that brilliant scene pretty much meant that whatever Sil did over the next six years I would be on his side – and to be fair, Sil is by far the most loyal character in there. In one series three episode Christopher and Paulie get lost in the forest when they are sent to do a routine collection for Sil while he is ill. Paulie, angry at having to do Sil’s work kicks off and in the fight they believe they have killed the Russian they were sent to collect from so drive him to the woods to dispose of the body, only to discover he isn’t dead. They force him to dig his own grave but while Paulie and Christopher are arguing he attacks them and  runs off. While looking for him Paulie loses a shoe and won’t shut up about it, while Christopher hasn’t eaten yet today. The whole episode is a hilarious argument between the two of them who think they are going to die out there in the woods. It’s silly and hilarious and witty and one of the most character defining episodes for the two of them.

Christopher is often involved in the funny plotlines. His desire to be a writer is a continuing story and in series six he travels to LA to make Cleaver his movie idea that’s The Godfather meets Saw. Ben Kingsley does a brilliant Extras-worthy performance as himself when Christopher tries to cast him in the film. From that point on, its fun watching the number of times a piece of Cleaver merchandise turns up in the background, or the number of mentions it gets. It’s a wonderful running joke. It’s tragic because it sounds like a terrible film and is Christopher’s hope for a way out of the mafia life, but it’ll never happen because it’s not good enough or because the realities of his mafia life always bring him back down.

Also, the Curb Your Enthusiasm scene is as funny as anything Curb has done itself.


The best scene of The Sopranos comes in series four in a story where Christopher’s drug use gets out of hand. The crew gather to stage an intervention and it’s less than sympathetic. As always Tony, Sil and Paulie steal the scene.

Obviously I can’t talk about The Sopranos without mentioning the end. I’m going to steer clear of any big plot spoilers but I am going to talk about the last scene and the big thing that happens. It’s been parodied everywhere – in fact I saw the Family Guy two part episode Lois Kills Stewie halfway through watching The Sopranos so thanks for that McFarlane you fucker. What I’m saying is, if you already know the thing that happens at the end, then you don’t need to worry, I won’t reveal more than that. If you don’t know it, skip to the bottom where I’ll post a video of James Gandolfini in In The Loop just for you.

So, that last scene, I have to talk about it. At the end of the episode Tony goes to a diner to meet his family and puts Don’t Stop Believing by Journey on the jukebox. You have to remember that this is before it was cheesy overplayed oh-you-know-the-song-from-Glee and watching six seasons of The Sopranos is the best cure for anyone who is sick of hearing that song. Everything is over, the story is largely rounded off and Tony sits there and orders some onion rings. A number of dodgy looking customers come through the door and Tony has his eye on them all. Then he is joined by his wife and son and they have a normal little chat about life and their plans. Meadow is on her way, but has been to see the doctor about her birth control – ooh, clearly setting up something. Typical woman, she is struggling to park her needlessly large car outside. Meanwhile Tony, AJ and Carmela shoot the breeze a bit more about AJ’s entry level job, as Tony keeps an eye on the suspect customers, one of whom enter the toilets. Meadow has finally parked the car. Inside at the table the onion rings arrive. Outside Meadow crosses the road to the restaurant. Inside Tony, AJ and Carmella tuck into the onion rings and then






















End credits roll.

First time it was shown half of America thought their TV’s had broken in the middle of the most important bit of TV drama of the decade. Some love it. Some hate it. Some think it was a waste of six years of their lives. I love it. After six years of stunning, shocking twists they did the one thing that could still shock us. They could have had them having a lovely meal and vowing to live a normal life – that would have been a lovely and we kinda want to see that, but it would hardly be exciting. They could have killed Tony and garnished the onion rings with a side of brain meat in front of his screaming family – it would have been what he deserved, it may have felt right, or wrong, but it would hardly have been gripping. Nothing happens, it about the most dramatic and risky twist any TV show can pull and The Sopranos has the cahonas to do it.


And now, as promised, James Gandolfini in In The Loop vs. Malcolm Tucker.