Sopranos Ending Ruined This Thing Of Ours

It’s nice to know I’m not alone in the fact that Sunday’s series finale of The Sopranos was quite upsetting. I may have been the only one to throw a boot at the tv, then get drunk on Chianti and cry about it, but still. Sopranos Finale Crashes HBO Web Site in Outrage," read one headline. "Someone should be whacked for Sopranos finale," was the banner in the Florida Sun-Sentinel. Deadline Hollywood writer Nikki Finke was so apoplectic you would have thought "Sopranos" creator David Chase had run over her cat. Twice. "The line to cancel HBO starts here," wrote Finke. "What a ridiculously disappointing end lacking in creativity. … "There’s even buzz that the real ending will be available only on the series’ final DVD. Either way, it was terrible. … "Chase clearly didn’t give a damn about his fans. Instead, he crapped in their faces. This is why America hates Hollywood." Like the parent who visits their abused child in foster care, David Chase seemed to sneer in the face of his heinous crime, justifying his actions like a narcissist pushed to the edge: He has "no interest in explaining, defending, reinterpreting, or adding to what is there," concerning the final scene, which had fans aghast with its ambiguity and abruptness, going to black for five full seconds after building up. "We did what we thought we had to do," says Chase, and he definitely didn’t design the ending to work into a possible movie. It still tossed major salad! What about the Russian lost in the woods? What about the poor Mrs. La Cerva? Will she never find out the fate of her beloved Adriana? I’m ditching David Chase before he has a chance to slap me again with the audacity to tell me to love it.