Posts by David Slack
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Another reason to watch Dead Letters:
It's based on a short story by a mother of two who can still boogie like a sixth former if you give her enough Steinlager -
apologies.
Thanks Max.
Talked to a guy this afternoon who was involved in the unsuccessful defence. He believes (and hopes) that if Dalton wins it and institutes a nationality rule, you would see countries like China and India playing a larger role in future contests, while the so-called Formula 1 teams might lose interest.
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I've just moderated a comment. It's good to have a debate, but let's leave out the invective.
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I found that shouting and singing stopped me smelling it.
You could work for Investigate!
You've been in that hotel for two hours now. Is the coffee kicking in yet?
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From the HBO discussion boards, a couple of good interpretations of the final scene.
1. Motive. Phil was dead, peace made with NY. No one that we know of was out to kill Tony.
2. Opportunity. Other than AJs chick, no one that we know of knew they were going to that restaurant. So how was the hit set up there, especially by the man at the counter who was there when Tony came in?
3. Motis operendi. Why would the killer sit there for 5 minutes drinking coffee then go to the head? I am not a killer but my understanding is that the prefered approach is do it as soon as you get an open shot.
4. Actual evidence. There is none. There is your expectations, and there is a man that goes into the bathroom, and there is a cut-to-black as Meadow arrives at the diner. But no gun, no shot, no nothing.
I think the "life-goes-on" theory is much more plausible.
And on the other hand :
It was NOT a "fade to black"! It was a "cut to black" - far more sudden and severe. Tony got whacked.
I don't think David Chase had the heart to THAT to The Sopranos audience. Did you REALLY want to see THAT???
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Urban legend in the making? I got it from bitsandpieces, but I've just started tracking it back. It appears to have started on the HBO boards, but might not be correct.
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What happened to the Mother Teresa/Cactus Kate one? Hmmm?
The story behind that particular takedown is so scandalous I could only reveal it over an expensive drink at SPQR. I sense, Mrs S, that I can trust you to be discreet.
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Please don't go NI, but also, please don't read any further. CONTAINS SPOILERS
I enjoyed it hugely. The comedy was especially generous in the midst of all the debris. I especially liked Pauly: "They can take 2007 and give it back to the Indians." It's the way he tells them. Tony's reaction to Meadow on the opressive State - "What, New Joisy?" was also splendid.
I was impressed by this piece of anorak work today which suggests that you will find that all the answers lie in the characters in the restaurant.
The guy at the bar is also credited as Nikki Leotardo. The same actor played him in the first part of season 6 during a brief sit down concerning the future of Vito. .... Apparently, he is the nephew of Phil. Phil's brother Nikki Senior was killed in 1976 in a car accident. ..... .The trucker was the brother of the guy who was robbed by Christopher in Season 2. Remember the DVD players? The trucker had to identify the body. The boy scouts were in the train store and the black guys at the end were the ones who tried to kill Tony and only clipped him in the ear (was that season 2 or 3?).
Enemies accumulate. Don't know if the the more apt expression for that last scene is "We have you surrounded" or "Tony Soprano, this was your life".
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Undecipherable Scots grime rapping
I’ll say. Makes Irvine Welsh sound like your sweet Granny. Usefully, someone has gone to the trouble of transcribing it.
Here’s a taste. Ya nugget.
Here You (That'll Be Right)
Here mate (whit?)
You lookin at ma burd? (naw)
How no? Trying tae say she's ugly or summin?Ah wis like that pure mad hingin out the back of your granny like that yass!
Ah wis like that pure mad hingin out the back of your granny like that yass!
Ah wis like that pure mad hingin out the back of your granny like that yass!
Am gony pump your mawHere you, that will be right
I heard you tried to knock my stash last night
Here you, what's the fuckin script
You're a wee baw bag, your jaws getting ripped
Here you ya stupit we dafty
Don't want to gee ye malky but I think am gona huvty,
Gonna jump aw oor yer heid,
That'll teach you fur stealin ma weed -
We found the best panic moment was coming home from the hospital with #1: What!? Us? Look after a tiny, vulnerable human? Surely, some mistake!
My moment was the afternoon we left North Shore hospital with our tiny delicate bundle sleeping in the car carrier. Every car and truck on the road was a menace. It felt as though it took about three days to get her home safely.
These days she enjoys it when it's her and Dad in the car because we listen to the loud music.