I think if you listened closely during the excruciatingly long black screen at the end of the Sopranos series finale, you could probably hear neighbors up and down your street saying “What the Fuck?” The final episode pretty much gave me what I’ve come to expect from this show - a few funny moments (Phil’s death and subsequent headcrushing), a whole lot of boring moments (to Anthony Jr: who cares?) and an ending that can best be summed up as “The Sopranos: David Chase totally stopped caring about making this show years ago, and now he doesn’t have to anymore.”

A while back, David Milch came up with a show idea that he loved so much, he killed his excellent Deadwood off in the middle of multiple plot lines to make it. That show, John from Cincinatti, premiered last night, and wow, bad move Mr. Milch. A show about a rage-filled family of surfers and a mysterious man with a weird haircut, checkered Vans and magical pockets? Even the presence of the great Luis Guzman can’t save this one - I predict it’s dead before the end of the season. Swearengen’s revenge!

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