Monday, May 21, 2007

Yeats In Soprano-Land

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -- from, The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats


Things are looking pretty bleak in Soprano-Land these days.


A. J. is sinking deeper into a pit of existential despair that leads to an aborted suicide attempt, while the Feds are still hanging out at Satriale's asking Tony to ID some possible terrorists, meanwhile the swamps of north Jersey are filling with asbestos thanks to Tony's "waste management company", Meadow is seemingly waltzing through life with blinders on until she is harassed by a New York city mobster (who Tony will extract a particularly gruesome revenge on), Carmella shows her true colors by blaming Tony for all of their son's problems when she blurts out, "He did not get this from my side of the family!"; and in New York, Phil seems to be preparing for a war with his New Jersey counter-parts, meanwhile Dr. Melfi is told by her own therapist that she is probably only making Tony into a better sociopath by treating him all of these years...

Yes, it's not looking particularly good for any one now.

Just before his suicide attempt, A.J. is shown reading Yeats' "The Second Coming" and he repeats the final line about the beast slouching towards Bethlehem... and this pretty much sums up the entire feel of the episode, "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold..." Indeed.

Long time readers of this blog, know of my affection for HBO's drama. I've been following this program since the start, and for that period, I have constantly been astounded by the intelligence, wit and pathos that is woven into every script. Much more than a television show, The Soprano's is more like a well written novel.

To those who would degrade the show saying that it glorifies violence, or that it denigrates Italian; I can only say, you obviously have not been watching.

During last night's episode, Tony says to his therapist the following about mothers, "They are the bus. They're the vehicle that gets you here. They drop you off, then they go their own way, continue on their own journey. The problem is, we keep tryin' to get back on the bus when we should just be lettin' it go." -- damn! such insight -- and so true!

OK, I'm done, no more Soprano stuff until the next episode, I promise, I swear, cross my heart...



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