It has been a while since the finale of Sopranos, and I resisted the urge to blog about it immediately.

I let the finale percolate for a while, in-case I was missing something amazing that would come up and slap me in the face a few days later. If you haven't seen it, and want too, you should probably stop reading now.




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Alas, I still have a bad taste in my mouth. Series finales are supposed to give closure, and its not like this finale was a surprise, sprung by a network pulling the plug, no the whole world has known about this finale for years. This finale provided no closure at all, and just made me think my cable went out.

I'm not saying that the Soprano family all had to get whacked for a grand finale, I just want to know what happened. Did Meadow ever learn to parallel park? Did AJ ever grow a pair of balls? If life went on that's fine, but don't let make me make up my own ending while you leave yourself an opening for a movie or bringing back the series when the well runs dry.

Imagine if in the final episode of ABC's Lost we see a boat off the coast of the Island, everyone cheering on the beach they are going to get rescued and then fade to black. WTF?!? Well did they actually get off the island, was the boat full of rescuers, or was it Others plotting a massacre. Well we'll leave that up to your interpretation. Maybe they all got killed, maybe they all lived happily ever after, you decide.

If the writers, directors, or producers of a show can't complete a story arc what is the point of watching a show? I can make up my own stories thank you very much. I'm watching to be entertained by you. Sure along they way I want to be misled, surprised and amazed, but I want you to tell your story, and that means, a beginning, a middle, and an ending.