“It’s the wanting.” – Uncle Sally
Let me start by saying
The Sopranos is my favorite television show. I love the writing, the
acting, the atmosphere, the magically authentic way a family drama
blends with the dark comedy of mafia life.
When I heard they
were making a Sopranos movie, I sent up prayers to the gods of
television and big screen that they wouldn’t ruin the show in any way. I
can say that my prayers were answered. I enjoyed The Many Saints of
Newark, but it took a little bit of work to get there.
First
of all, I had to separate the fact from fiction: I saw some of the
junket surrounding the movie. People were describing it as the making of
Tony Soprano, the man, through his childhood and teenage formative
years. The first time I watched the movie, I was disappointed because
that is not what the movie is about. After I finished the movie for the
second time, I decided that this wasn’t about the making of Tony, The
Saints was about Dickie and Harold. Tony took backseat to those
storylines.
The good:
They filled in the backstory of Uncle Junior and why he was so bitter, jealous and single.
Vera Farmiga played the hell out of Livia Soprano.
The actor who played Janice, Alexandra Intrator, was also fantastic and really captured her mannerisms.
The bad:
I
wanted more out of the voiceover narrative by Chrissie. He could have
explained Pussy’s name. He could have provided a verbal bridge between
Dickie’s behavior and Tony’s adult behavior.
Who’s the boss of Newark? I don’t know who ran the show.
Will
someone please explain the blind baseball team? Was that a wishful
thinking sequence? That was a perfect opportunity for a Chrissie
narrative to do some ‘splaining.
Although I liked how it
looked, why did the beach scene all of a sudden turn into an arthouse
short? The only thing that came to mind was that they were trying to
link it to Tony’s boardwalk dreams.