Then tried to act and blow bubbles at the same time.
Good lords but David Chase sucks. The Sopranos is back to being slow night at the amateur hour, with the writing, acting, and directing embarassingly poor. Most of the "actors" aren't trained in the craft and it shows when they're asked to do anything but scream and gesticulate. And if they EVER find the guy that writes -beat- into these scripts, please put him out of his and everyone else's misery. I know it's done a shoestring budget, but for chrissake get someone to do a Downtown Manhattan cattle call and more out of work pro's will show up than they could possibly use.
Sure, the entire premise revolves around parading one caricature after another, and that leaves little room for thinking outside the box, but stick with what works and stop reaching for heights none of the ensemble can attain.
Someone actually shouts, 'That's a rap,' and means it. Someone actually edits the weekly abortion then sits back in his and/or her easychair and smiles with satisfaction.
Of-Off-OFF Broadway is better than this swill disguising itself as a fictional drama presentation.
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