Jeers: Sopranos, whack somebody already
Am I alone in wanting more from the Sopranos this season, given that the writers and producers had more than a year to figure it out?
Don't get me wrong, there have been some nice plot points, mainly I'm referring to Tony's shooting, as well as some real enjoyable moments, like when Chris-ta-fuh beat up Lauren Bacall as herself.
But what else do we have this year? More mush from Janice, the plodding development of Tony Bacala as the anti-Tony Soprano, and the utterly boring Johnny Sack-to-prison storyline.
Of course, I"m forgetting to mention the Vito-is-gay bit, which I'm torn about. We waited so long for this plot point to re-emerge, but I think its treatment is too heavy handed. It's very un-Sopranos to devote so much time to the details of something. What's more, the producers have resorted to this sort of base enjoyment, like cutting from Vito in bed with his New Hampshire firefighter boyfriend to a shot of Bobby's train going through a tunnel. Come on, you can do better.
On a related sidenote: Do you think New Hampshirites are angry at the portrayal of their state as a gay mecca? I thought Massachusetts had the corner on that market.
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It's only fair to say that Vito is spending his time in a poorly concealed Peterborough, NH and not the conventional "Quit yer gaying" rest of the state. If you're ever in Vito's new home town, I recommend checking out Twelve Pines Cafe. They have roast pork loin with leek sauce flanked by platters of grilled salmon and roasted Asian vegetables... Yum
I think my more conservative neighbors to the east are warming up to the idea of our queer (in the old passe sense, of course) Yankee ways here in Vermont. They want to take Killington away from us, and where uninhibited apres ski night life goes, so goes every other decadent pastime for horny people of all persuasions. I'm guessing they will accept the gay thing if the flatlander involved can still profess a fondness for embezzeling, murder, and racketeering. Live free or die indeed ! Oh, and let's give a shout out to Vito for whacking some poor SOB while making a sweaty getaway from his brief flirtation with a half hearted Queen for a Day stint in the sticks. New Joisy becons. He misses the real action. (No offense to the manly yet romantic firefighter, of course). The only kissing that really turns Vito on is two cheek Don smooches and an occasional flirtation with a ring or two. His true manhood is about to be restored. Stay tuned....
Apparently this town has changed ... from NH Public Radio:
Our Town
Reported by John Walters on Tuesday, February 10, 2004.
Thornton Wilder's play, Our Town, is one of the greatest in American theater. It supposedly takes place in Peterborough, New Hampshire. We meet Tappan Wilder, nephew and literary executor of the playwrite Thornton Wilder. Tappan tells us the story behind the play, the questions it addresses, and whether Our Town actually takes place in Peterborough.
Does anyone else not understand what Johnnycakes sees in Vito? Johnnycakes is brave, ruggedly handsome, and he can cook. He could probably have his pick of Granite State men. Yet he falls for obese, heavy-breathing Vito -- and even forgives him for lying about his background and his "book." We've all been taught to expect gorgeous women to end up with schlubs on screen, but gay men are supposed to have taste.
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