Prod. David Chase
2002
The fourth season is the first Sopranos to be written in the shadow of 9-11 and brought home those feelings of doom and anxiety that accompanied the months following. Now, of course, we’re so used to living in this world that we’ve become used to it. This season Tony tries to circle the wagons and just rely on “blood,” that is, his immediate family, but as the season progresses it shows even this is unreliable. Chris, his nephew is addicted to heroin. Uncle Junior is under house arrest and facing his RICO trial. And domestically, bonds start to fray and break, as Carmella asks for, then secretly takes, more control over the household finances. Tony directs his affection to all the wrong places–Ralphie’s goomah, Ralphie’s horse, his ex-mistress’ cousin. And one by one, he loses these things too. It’s a very sad season, and probably my favorite so far.
Part of the reason that we like gangster films is that we like to see a subculture much like our own but with strict, old fashioned rules. In this way, the way of the Mafioso crosses paths with Asian ideas of “saving face” and “honor”. We feel these things are missing somehow, yet our true delight comes out of seeing how these rules are broken and punished, not how they are followed. One of the plot threads of Season 4 involves Johnny Sack and how he seeks justice for a fat joke Ralphie has told about his wife. The idea of besmirching a woman’s honor marks this plot as almost medieval, and much of the tension of this storyline comes from Sack’s intractability in the matter. We like our codes of honor, but this is getting too fundamental.
This medieval way also plays out in Furio’s unrequited love for Carmela, which costs him much heartache, not unlike the traditional romance. When he returns to Italy for his father’s funeral, he is told that in the old days, such a predicament would mean that he’d either have to kill the woman’s husband, or exile himself (as memory serves). And he does think about doing the deed at one point.
These medieval storylines are contrasted with the more modern threads–Bobby Bacala’s grief, Janice’s manipulations, Paulie’s divided loyalties. So, in a way, the whole season gives us both glimpses of a post 9-11 world without being didactic about it: the hard, fundamentalist way (and not in a Islamic sense), or the equally painful, soul-searching modern way. (Note that the female characters have to ask this a lot: Carmela choosing self-respect over marriage, Adrianna choosing a law-abiding future over the crime family).
Favorite episodes: “Christopher” (for the final scene in the car), “Whoever Did This” (so many great images: the wounded child, the bloody dispatch of Ralphie, Tony’s solitary walk through the Bada Bing, empty and hollow inside and out), and “Whitecaps” (nothing sums up a breakup like watching the inflatable mattress go up.)
Now we’ve exhausted all the Sopranos DVDs, we can now get back to watching anything and everything else. Phew.
Month: September 2004
Yeh, yeh, yeh…do the iTunes shuffle
In my current employment, I’ve got the iTunes loaded up on the office PC (take that Windows Media Player) and uploaded my series of Squid Lord comps for something like three full days of music, should I choose to stay at work that long.
And while I like iTunes’ ability to crossfade tracks (gawrsh, it’s like a radio station in here!) its shuffle play leaves a lot to be desired. I’m curious about the algorithm (or whatever) used to determine what track comes up next, because certain tracks pop up all the time. SoundJam MP does this too (yes, I still use it at home).
However, shuffle play is a great little thing when the collection is large and varied. If post-modernism is all about recontextualizing, then shuffle play is the great recontextualizer. It gives the listener those brief seconds at the beginning of a song to re-hear something, to compare it with the song that came before. It can elevate tracks from albums that were obscured by “the single,” or connections between disparate genres can suddenly appear as if planned.
Bong craftsmanship
Here’s a posting of scans from OUI magazine from the ’70s, featuring handsomely photographed drug paraphernalia. The bongs look like works of art (well, the Ultraman mask bong looks like folk art), even the roach clips look of the highest quality. This could never be a coffee table book (most of this stuff is probably long gone) but it bloody should be.
By way of Boing Boing
The Spell-binding world of Yumiko Kayukawa
More wonderful printwork, this time from Sapporo-based Yumiko Kayukawa. I dig this stuff, man, we need something like this up in S.B. By the way, I found this at a gallery site based in Palm Springs. On my one trip to the city I never managed to see anything like this, just “rich people art”. I wish I had known this place existed!
Julie Dermansky’s fine arts
Once again, Danny Gregory points out another artist to take note of. Julie Dermansky does damn near everything, from photography to metalwork to “events” to paintings. The latter are in the neo-outsider style that is pretty common these days, and I quite like her series of Bishop Paintings.
Avengers Disassembled
Make hilarity in the comfort of your own home with a cardboard box, Photoshop, and $300 worth of action figures. What a hoot.
By way of Metafilter
Strandbeest
Theo Jansen makes walking machines out of plastic, strange, organic creatures that only need the wind to keep moving. There’s a lot of movies at Jansen’s strandbeest site–check it out.
By way of Metafilter
What do the Bible and Bush have in common?
Why, these wonderful diagrams over at threetwoone.org, silly.
The Royal Art Lodge
I have no idea who The Royal Art Lodge are, but it’s some sort of Winnipeg-based collective. The work has a Shrigley-like feel to it, but more deadpan.
By way of The Cartoonist.
Academia meets the Sopranos: Sopranos wins
There’s a lot of essays out there on the Sopranos, but like a lot of pop criticism (and academia in general), there’s so little substance to these essays that, once you get past the paragraphs name-dropping theorists and philosophers, past the paragraphs that awkwardly sum up the film/tv show for those who’ve never seen it (but are snoozy to those who do), and finally past the references to the other books and films the author has read, there’s very little analysis. I spent a little while looking around the web for some good reading on The Sopranos, and while Salon has a few good articles, this one by Martha P. Nochimson is one of the best: Tony’s Options: The Sopranos and the Televisuality of the Gangster Genre