Post Script: Perfect Ending
David Chase. Ya gotta love him. True to the entire running style of the Sopranos, there was no tight wrap-up, no climactic sense of finality. It was just a "life goes on" and "the more things change the more they stay the same" kind of ending. I feel awkward using that cliché to in any way describe the genius of the Sopranos, but it fits. It definitely fits.
For those who felt cheated by the lack of a Godfather/Baptism/ taking care of family business kind of episode I say: I think you missed the best part of what the show was all about all these years.
The show was like life--never tidied up like a novel. Except for the dark humor of the perfect crushing (literally and figuratively) of Phil Leotardo's attempt to rule the works, everything fell back into place--or at least as back into place as life can be for a mobster boss and his family. There will always be the threat of indictment and the occasional threat from another mobster, but there will also always be business to take care of, asbestos to dump, the Bada Bing, Satriale's, kids in varying stages of development and Paulie Walnuts working on his carefully tanned complexion.
So it was with perfect continuity that the show ended exactly like it did, although I do confess that it took me about 30 seconds to realize that my mouth was hanging open when the screen went blank.
Naturally the kind of ending we got also keeps hope alive that someday, someday, Mr. Chase may throw us the crumb of an occasional chapter. Unlikely, I know. But I can dream, no?
I especially love that Adriana came back in the form of a cat to haunt the crew. She was always a little feline-like anyway.














