as featured on the sopranos last night
AJ (comfortably clear of his dark preoccupation with “yeets” and the war on terror and the sources of his parents’ wealth) is kicked back on the couch with his underage model girlfriend, cracking up as they watch exactly this:
I imagine what drew Chase’s / the writer’s interest to this clip is the hidden-in-plain-sight nature of the R & T Correspondents Association dinner. The significance of clips like this one (as with Bush’s infamous “Dude, who stole my WMDs” performance) is not of course of the “hey, this is what they’re really like when they’re unguarded on stage” variety. Everyone knows that the material will be taped and disseminated, and this is what informs what’s so horrifically amazing about this material. The dissemination of this stuff – the fact that, seriously, the joke is on you about WMDs, the fact that given the opportunity the head propagandist will smear on black face and hop around the stage – this stuff is meant for distribution, meant to send us a message about what power really means, what it means to have the press in your backpocket, and what it means that you have to (or had to) give Imus a handjob on the air if you wanted to be elected president, or even NJ or CT senator.
Just as the Sopranos was always about forcing us to confront the all too visible sources of wealth that landscapes the green, well-trimmed lawns and lifts the entry-way atriums of the NJ mcmansions, so obvious and insistent from the start that the entirety of culture is bent on making or allowing us to forget it, “MC Rove” crystallizes the political structure that grows in that soil, where we see what we see and we know what we see and we can even say what we see, but that’s it. The screen goes black – there will be no denouement, no final twist. Nothing is slouching towards bethlehem to be born.
‘Tony Sirico (Paulie “Walnuts” Gualtieri)
The man who brought the tough but dim Paulie Walnuts to life has been promoting Netflix and this summer plans to join his brother, a Catholic priest, in making live appearances and recording radio spots for his nephew’s sandwich shop in Kalamazoo, Mich.’
This was my favourite in LATimes ‘What Will Happen to the Sopranos Cast Now?’ but Ms. Bracco’s is amusing too: ‘the self-confessed food and wine lover will spend the summer promoting Bracco Wines, her line of 8 new wines.’
patrick j. mullins
June 21, 2007 at 12:10 am