Overcoming a severe case of the Mondays to weigh in on last night’s surprisingly aimless Sopranos (and I am not pleased we had two such episodes in a row):
-Enough with the gay jokes! Christ!
-Vito in the gayest town in America. I do not believe for one instant that a wiseguy, whoever he fucks, would have an eye for antique pottery.
-Too much meta. Tony’s snark about TV rubbing homosexuality in your face was cute, but the line where he chews out the people who want melodrama, or at least random people getting whacked? Frankly, Chase, you’re writing a fucking mob show. Yes, I do want to see people get whacked.
-Angie Bonpensiero is the awesomest person in life.
-The best Melfi scene of the season. “I’m sensing an ambiguity”…hee.
-Meadow working at a white collar defense firm is clearly going to pay off somewhere down the line. Prediction: she insinuates herself as a surrogate consigliere.
-Christopher with his silly stupid terrorist-love. I see him going to the Feds, being wrong, getting in trouble for bringing too much attention to…something.
I got the distinct feeling this was a “transitional” episode: setting ducks in a line in order to make plot happen later. Time will tell.