All right, it’s been a few days since the Sopranos finale. I’ve seen the episode, read the arguments, agree with some points of the criticism (I’ll grant you the denoument was not as satisfying as, say, Fredo’s last fishing trip), but I haven’t changed my initial reaction:
It was brilliant.
The final scene is Tony’s life in full: everything and everyone around him is corrupt, including his family–thanks to his own actions–and every time he looks up, he could see be a bullet, or the feds… or a waiter. It reminds me of the old coaching joke about throwing the football: only three things can happen, and two of them are bad.
Does it even matter which one it was this time?