The return of Sopranos season six = triumphant, majestic.
Hopes for the season:
Carmella gets whacked.
Tony Jr. gets whacked.
Meadow gets whacked.
Steve Buscemi in a few flashbacks / dreams… whacking people… or (at least) wise-cracking with a huge hole in his head.
Lots of scenes of Tony sitting in his office, smoking a cigar, with the background music of “… woke up this morning / got myself a gun ..”
… that’s all.
In related news, Big Love, about a fringe Mormon guy (Bill “Hudson from Aliens” Paxton “Game Over, Man”) with three wives = We’ll give it a shot. I wasn’t wild over the first episode of Six Feet Under when it debuted, either.
Strike one = Chloe Sevigny. She’s moley.
Strike minus one (meaning, recoup of strike) = Jeannine Tripplehorn. She’s fine.
Strike… ehr, one, again = I can’t really give “subject matter” a strike, since HBO never fails to let down when it comes to taking interesting topics head one… but… uhr. The moles.
Needs (to survive): Rampant nudity, graphic sex and violence, in the excellent HBO style; so far, all missing. Come on, miracle. Without these things, whatever’s already in the can is all we’ll see.
performances to watch: grace z, tina (yes, from napoleon dynamite, this guy, if he can leave the horse alone long enough.
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