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The Sopranos - Third Season
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It's been nearly a year since Big Pussy went to sleep with the fishes, an eternity for
fans of The Sopranos forced to make do with
perpetual reruns and the recent DVD release of the show's first season while series
creator David Chase took his sweet time plotting the further adventures of Tony Soprano
and crew. Was it worth the wait?
Conventional wisdom appears to hold that the show's second season was
something of a disappointment, a victim of the sophomore slump. Indeed, Sopranos
Mark II was a messier, more sprawling affair than its predecessor, encompassing both
higher peaks and lower valleys than the tightly constructed first run. Powerhouse episodes involving Tony's trip to Italy
and a visiting Hollywood production were followed by a mid-season lull, the nadir of which
was the trite and silly "From Where to Eternity", which depicted the aftermath
of the shooting of Christopher Moltisanti (Michael Imperioli). With its supernatural bugaboos, out-of-character
dialogue and overly schematic motivations, the episode resembled nothing so much as a late
installment of Twin Peaks; for the first time,
The Sopranos seemed like just another TV show. But the second season finished strongly with what
may be the two best episodes of the series to date: "Knight in White Satin
Armor," which provided the unexpected culmination of the season-long romance between
Tony's sister Janice (Aida Turturro) and his errant capo Richie Aprile; and
"Funhouse," a dream-soaked reverie which recalled Twin Peaks in its glory days and sent FBI snitch
Big Pussy Bompensiero to the bottom of the ocean.
Soon after the second season wrapped, The Sopranos was dealt a heavy blow by the death of
Nancy Marchand, who played Tony's monstrous mother Livia.
As the third season opens, however, Livia is still alive and still very much a
thorn in Tony's side. Having hastily provided
her with stolen airline tickets in an attempt to relocate her to Arizona, Tony now frets
that his mother will testify against him in exchange for immunity. Since the disappearance of Cooperating Witness #16
- Big Pussy - the Feds have been frustrated in their attempts to build a RICO case against
the mob boss. "Mr. Ruggerio's
Neighborhood," the first of two new episodes premiering March 4th on HBO, concerns
the efforts of the FBI's Mafia task force to wiretap the Soprano residence.
HBO's decision to air the first two episodes back-to-back was a wise
one. "Mr. Ruggerio's Neighborhood"
functions as an elegant, ingeniously structured prologue; rather than plunging us back
into the world of The Sopranos, it brings us up
to speed through teasing glimpses of each of the family members as they are tailed by
various undercover agents. Each Soprano has
an FBI code name: There's "Mrs. Bing" (Edie Falco), seen taking tennis lessons
with sexpot Adrianna (Drea de Matteo); "Princess Bing" (Jamie-Lynn Sigler), now
a freshman at Columbia University; "Baby Bing" (Robert Iler), cutting class and
sneaking smokes with a crowd of toughs; and Der Bingle himself (James Gandolfini),
embroiled in a garbage contracting war sure to become one of the main storylines this
year. Taut and suspenseful, "Mr.
Ruggerio's Neighborhood" would no doubt come as a tantalizing but disappointingly
brief opening salvo were it airing alone.
The follow-up, "Proshai, Livushka," delivers the goods. Astoundingly dense with plot, character and
detail, the episode exhibits both the (few) head-scratching flaws and (many) exhilarating
highlights endemic to the prior season. The
biggest blunder: an unforgivably cheesy scene between Tony and Livia in which they never
appear in the same frame together and Livia utters nothing but stock phrases and makes her
usual dismissive gestures. Either the shots
of Marchand are outtakes from a previous episode or they were filmed months before the
rest of the scene, but whatever the case, the result resembles nothing so much as The Trail of the Pink Panther, the Inspector
Clouseau movie cobbled from the cutting room floor after Peter Sellers' death. There are a few other lapses, too, such as a
moment where Tony seems to forget his phone is bugged and the weirdly offhand introduction
of a major new character.
But the payoff comes with the death of Livia, who gets the farewell she
deserves - a wake for a woman nobody mourns. The
deliriously awkward memorial service is an encapsulation of everything that makes The Sopranos so special, bringing together a mix of
characters both major and minor, all of whom are expertly delineated and a joy to watch. There's wisecracking Uncle Junior (Dominic
Chianese) and his gentle giant of a henchman, Bobby Bacala (Steven R. Schirripa);
inquisitive Italian import Furio (Federico Castelluccio) and well-meaning chef Artie Bucco
(John Ventimiglia); goofball goombahs Silvio Dante (Steve Van Zandt) and Paulie Walnuts
(Tony Sirico). It's an embarrassment of
riches, even with the loss of three major players from the previous season (one of whom
makes a startling split-second appearance). But
the rising stars to keep your eyes on this season are the Soprano offspring. There's a shocking encounter early in
"Proshai, Livushka" between Tony and a potential suitor of daughter Meadow, one
that indicates David Chase has no plans to soften his characters as time goes on (the
Archie Bunker syndrome). And as A.J. Soprano,
Robert Iler shows signs of rivaling his TV dad in terms of erasing the line between actor
and role. Iler's A.J. is a frighteningly
realistic troubled teen - there always seems to be something enormous and terrifying
bubbling up inside him, and this may be the season it comes to the surface. As always, though, Gandolfini and Falco form the
bedrock of the series, continually setting the bar for television acting higher as Tony
and Carmela. Gandolfini finds exactly the
right note for Tony's mixed reaction to his mother's death, and Carmela - well, if you
enjoyed her kiss-off to Father Phil in season one, just wait until you get a load of her
eulogy for Livia. The show's dark heart may
be dead, but The Sopranos is still alive and
kicking.
- Scott Von Doviak