The Series Finale of The Sopranos

Wow.
Talk about stunned.
At first I felt cheated and yelled, "I want my money back!" Money...the figurative term for the time I feel I've invested in the series over the years but then it hit me from a writer's perspective.

How brilliant for the writers to come up with that.
First, make you sit for 55 minutes wondering where they could possibly be going with this wishy washy stuff that doesn't seem to pack much of a punch for a very anticipated series finale and then for two or three minutes to send adrenalin pumping through your veins as you wonder who is he meeting with? Is he gonna flip? What's going to happen? What is the guy doing at the counter? Is he the one? Are the cops coming to arrest him? What's going to happen to the daughter outside? Is it going to be like the Godfather Part III where the daughter takes the bullet to truly punish the head of the mafia?

Then, all of a sudden, darkness. Where's the remote? What the bleep is wrong with the tv? Spouses stare at one another with glaring accusations to figure out who's responsible for the kerfuffle on the tv and then, softly making their entrance: The closing credits.

Brilliant.
You never know when you'll get popped if you're in the mob and as an outsider, you really are truly not supposed to know the secrets of the inside, right?

I think it was a great ending.