So last night was a tale of two Tony’s: Tony of Broadway and Tony Soprano.
And I didn’t watch either one.
First of all, the Tony Awards, while they are considered by most a “Gay High Holy Day,” have never excited me all that much. I don’t live in New York, I don’t see many shows as it is, and quite frankly, I don’t usually know most of the people featured on the shows anyway. So why should I sacrifice my Sunday night to plop in front of the TV and watch yet another awards show– Especially one that is hosted on a warm June night– when I can just read the results in the newspaper the next day?
As for Tony Soprano and his band of mobsters, I never got into the show in the first place. I’ve always had a sort of aversion to mob dramas. It took me years to actually watch “The Godfather” series. And while I now think the first two are some of the most brilliant movies ever made; I still can’t help but feel somewhat insulted, as the grandson of Italian immigrants, that all people think Italian-Americans do is shoot people, make pasta, and fight.
From the first few moments that I saw of The Sopranos, this was my impression. Lots of big, fat mobster types sitting around eating Italian sausage and beating each other up. And then the swearing. I mean, I’m no prude– my father could swear a blue streak around all of those guys– but it got to be a bit much after a while.
So when the news came that the show was finally going to end and everyone shrieked in misery, I just cocked my shoulders and said “Fugghedaboddit.” No big deal.
It always amazes me how wrapped up people get in these TV shows. I remember when Seinfeld was at its most popular, it seemed that everyone watched it and would talk about it the next day. Everybody, that is, except me. I never got what the big deal was. Of course, I did finally get wrapped up in the hoopla somewhat later, but by then the show was in its creative decline and eventually left the airwaves. That’s me in a nutshell– a day late and a dollar short, no matter what the situation.
The Sopranos and Seinfeld aren’t the only ones: Sex in the City, Six Feet Under, Queer As Folk, South Park, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Heroes and Lost are all examples of other “water-cooler” TV shows that I either just never got into or started watching and lost track of in time.
I suppose in a few years I’ll catch some Sopranos reruns on HBO or whatever cable network they’ll be airing on at the time, and something will click.. and then I’ll realize what I’ve been missing. But until then, I’ll be happy to stick with my usual fare of Desperate Housewives, Grey’s Anatomy, Brothers and Sisters, Project Runway, and Oprah. My DVR can only hold so much at one time, after all!