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You Got a Problem Wit Dat?

Yeah, I do. It’s sucks. It’s boring. And I’m really pissed because nobody’s gettin’ whacked. I was a Sopranos junkie… and for those of you who have never watched or followed the show, this is what life is now like for those of us who lived for the monumental series. On June 11, 2007, HBO aired the final episode of it’s all-time biggest hit, The Sopranos, and ever since then, Sunday nights without Tony, Carmela, Chris, Paulie, and Silvio just ain’t right. Read the full story

Understanding Your Obsessive Compulsive Addiction to the Sopranos

PART 5 in a weekly 6 PART mini-series here on Planet Zman, entitled: Great Actors, Great Acting

I ask you, what would the bad-guy list be without the late Johnny Sack’s number two man in the NY crime family, the always malevolent, Phil Leotardo (played by my pal, Frankie Vincent). I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing Frank for the cover story in the 2006 Winter issue of the national publication, Cigar Magazine™. Read the full story

Understanding Your Obsessive Compulsive Addiction to the Sopranos

PART 4 in a weekly 6 PART mini-series exclusively here on Planet Zman, entitled: Character Assassins

Great character development has always been critical to this show, but Chase will be the first one to say that’s it’s the actors that make them who they are. Read the full story

Understanding Your Obsessive Compulsive Addiction to the Sopranos

PARTS 1 & 2 of a weekly 6 PART mini-series exclusively here on Planet Zman.

ADMITTING YOU’RE AN ADDICT

Good Lord in Heaven, this family is an abomination – a psychologically disturbed, ethically bankrupt, spiritually void gene pool. To put it more in their terms – they are essere fottuto – all fucked up! But, YOU are nothing like this in any way – yet, you’re infatuated beyond reason. You are obsessed with the lives of these people and you love them unconditionally as if they were of your own flesh and blood. Several times during the day on Sunday, you would think to yourself, “Sopranos on tonight.” And when nine o’clock hit, that magical, hypnotic theme song by the band A3 began to play… Bum, ba bum, bum, bum, wa wa wa…”Woke up this morning and got your self a gun…” Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, you propped up in front of the TV in a semi-lathered state as Tony drives through to the Jersey side of the Lincoln Tunnel, lighting his cigar, pulling the Turnpike ticket from the booth, cruising past, Pizzaland, Satriale’s Pork Store, and the rows of refinery tanks in lovely Newark. For the next 60 minutes, YOU were a full-fledged, blood sworn Soprano.

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