Iâm feeling high anxiety about watching the last episode of the Sopranos. I fear it coming and Iâm not sure Iâm ready to watch HBOâs solution for me and other soon-to-be depressed viewers, the visual sedative, the tranquilizer, if you willâand thatâs the first showing of âJohn From Cincinnati,â? or whatever itâs called– scheduled to air right after the possibly bloody resolution of the Soprano epic.
âJohn from Cincinnati,â? the new surfer dude series that the folks at HBO hope will take my mind off the fact, the reality, that there will be no more Sopranos for me to look forward to on Sunday evenings. [To be fair, the intriguing promo features âJohnâ? in full surfer costumeâblack wetsuit, minus his surfboard, standing on dry land–but as if he were riding a wave, that is, his feet are a couple of feet of the ground.]
Itâs been years and years and Iâm attached to Tony and his family.
And how I looked forward to seeing my âlittleâ? friends in hi def on our 40-plus inches flat screen.
I have a confession, though: last weekâs thrilling episode moved too fast and didnât work for me. Tony Sopranoâs fall through space, with bullets flying all around him, felt too hurried and thatâs why I fear the final episode. I just never imagined Tony, the family man, huddled alone in a room with a loaded rifle.
Somebodyâs in a rush to get this all over with and Iâm not sure I can face it. Maybe Iâll watch the rerun.