Steamflogger Boss wrote:Speaking of things 20 years later the stuff with Junior and his mental problems in season 5 hits a lot harder for me now having lived through that.
Sorry to hear that, bud.

Early-onset dementia runs in my mom's side of the family; I've lived in fear of her ending up like her great-aunt ever since I learned of it. She never lets much bother her ("Sounds good! I'm just gonna sleep!" is her usual response to matters of The Great Beyond), but yeah. It wouldn't surprise me if Chase had some personal experience, given the show's sensitivity to these things (see also Tony's diagnosis of stage 1 Alzheimer's in his s6 Kevin Finnerty dreams). The grounding that makes this show so good also makes it hard going at times.
Season 5's
Where's Johnny? outro is maybe the show's most poignant, especially after s4's disarmingly comfy Tony/Jun couch talks.
"There's the coyote."
GaijinPunch wrote:I think that's the beauty of going back to a show that's so strong, as a (probably) different person. Watching this in my 20's, I glossed over
- How horrible all the mobsters are
- How stupid they all are. Amazing they can run businesses when they trivialize literally every aspect of human existence
- How also horrible their female counter parts are. I think Janice might be the worst in the show. Jesus.
- How subtle the humor is. Looking back now I'm delighted every time Junior's horny, elderly ass is on screen b/c I know he's gonna throw out some gold.
Now that I've got a bit more wisdom under my belt these things hit a little harder..
My dad, who grew up around wrong'uns and always forbade us from mob-glamorising stuff under his watch, refused to watch this show all through its original run, when it was absolutely everywhere. "What is it,
Sex And The City with gangsters?" he muttered once. I later asked him to give it a chance, and it became one of his absolute favourites, on precisely that unapologetic, deeply unglamorous portrayal of career sociopaths. So many treasured quotes, especially from Chris and Paulie.
"Fuckin Russians, I never trust 'em."
"Why not? Tony's goomar is Russian, couldn't ask for a nicer person."
"The Cuban Missile Crisis! Cocksuckers had nukes shoved right up our ass!"
"Wait - that was
real?"
"..."
"Thought it was a movie or some shit."
"..."
On this most recent rewatch, one of my favourite bits is in the infamously punishing
University; where Sil utterly brutalises Tracee, who's "into him" for a dental bill, dragging her out of Ralphie's place and beating her, as Ralphie guffaws from the window. The immediately following scene? Sil, Ralphie, and Tony enjoying a charming dinner with their wives and children.
Tony and Meadow both repeatedly invoke "the poverty of the mezzogiorno," and the corruption of higher authorities to legitimise the Sicilian Mafia. And as with the Yakuza, and the Crips, so many other gangs - there's a kernel of truth, there. But in these two scenes, the ugly reality is tacit: Tony and co
are the new corrupt authorities. And the Tracees they habitually brutalise are the new serf class.
RE the show's humour, I've come to regard it as a black comedy first and foremost; almost Coen-esque, though Lynch always knew how to be a funny motherfucker, too. On
Talking Sopranos, Imperioli mentioned not knowing what exactly he was looking at, with the pilot script; and indeed, the pilot, and much of s1's early going, has an avowedly screwball side that rapidly flaked away; extending even to production, with those canned Indiana Jones
*bap bap* punch sound effects quickly replaced by the sickeningly dry thud and crunch of
University and
Another Toothpick's central horrors.
The matured show maintains an easy simmer of the absurd, with certain characters deployed as accelerants; Junior is the GOAT (points to thread title

), but there's Paulie & Chris's dynamite chemistry, too, and Artie
"NON-STOP ASS RAPE" Bucco.
And just great dry humour in general. Another favourite of mine, from s1, when they're discussing the Hasidic father and son who want a relative strong-armed out of his share in the family business:
Paulie, innocently: "Why don't he just, eh, y'know..."
*making "gun" gesture*
Sil, gravely: "Nah, can't do. It's taboo to their religion."
Everyone: "Ah."
*understanding nods*
Good Catholics.
