
In the opening moments of the April 8 season premiere of The Sopranos, a knock at the door startles Tony and Carmela out of sleep. 8220;Is this it?8221; she asks in panic. Well, Carmela, yes and no. No, the FBI agents at her door won8217;t drag Tony away forever. But yes, this is it: HBO8217;s celebrated drama will finish for good in June after eight more episodes.
It8217;s clear that David Chase, the mordantly funny creator of The Sopranos, is just having a laugh over all the hoopla about when his show will end. Chase seems to be saying that a jail cell is way too mild for this guy. If the season premiere is a kind of prologue, the final hours are gonna get ugly.
Yet the beauty of the episode is that all this dark foreboding unfolds during one of the series8217; quietest, most sombre hours yet. By Sopranos8217; standards, this episode is practically a coffee klatsch. Much of it is set during a lazy weekend at a picturesque lake house; subplots gradually fall away until only four people remain: Tony, Carmela, his slithering sister, Janice, and her oafish husband, Bobby Bacala.
On the show, nature has served as a metaphor for Tony8217;s smothered humanity. He began with ducks in the pool behind his house, and now he8217;s come full circle. He8217;s like a black hole, dragging souls into the darkness with him. Hour two has the tone of a chess master getting his pawns in place. Better watch out, Tony. It feels like checkmate is coming.