Heard a rumour on the grapevine earlier in the week that Sopranos DVDs can be found on special at the moment for about $35 per box set. I reckon it’s the best thing on TV at the moment, my favourite, so I dropped past JB’s tonight to pick them up. And there they were, seasons 1 to 4, $34.99 a box. Out with the credit card — purchased. I predict a Sopranos marathon or two at my place at some stage. That’d better be my lot in DVDs until the end of the year. Anything else I want, I’ll plead to my relatives to get for me for my birthday or Christmas.
(For the purists, season 1 isn’t in widescreen, but at $35 for 6 discs, it would be churlish to complain.)
If you follow The Sopranos, and haven’t seen Monday’s episode yet, stop reading here.
Anyway I was at my mum’s on Tuesday and mentioned this little bargain to her and Peter. Ooh, they said, that’s interesting, we’ll check it out. Then: “Did you watch last night? Adriana got killed!”
I nearly choked on my tea. “Don’t tell me that!”, I spluttered. “I taped it and I haven’t watched it yet!”
“It’s on too late, so I tape it and watch it later in the week. Don’t say any more!”
“Oh well, it doesn’t matter that much, there’s other things in that episode”.
Yeah. SURE. Well I got around to watching it tonight, and jeez, there’s other stuff going on, but the whole climax was ruined. With the benefit of unexpected (and unwanted) hindsight, I could see it coming a mile off. No surprise. The twists and turns were completely predictable.
Bloody, bloody, bloody.