Season six of the Sopranos entered with a bang but went out with a whimper. Sandwiched in between was not a whole lot of meat. This season quite literally started with a bang, as Junior Soprano shot Tony Soprano to conclude the first episode, and, quite literally ended with a whimper, as Phil Leotardo--the best living character--sobbed in his hospital bed. In between, the writers got to moralize by elevating Vito Spatafore's homosexuality to the main theme of Season Six. The season's repeated examples of how the mob destroys the "smaller" people--a credit-card scam wrecking Artie Bucco's restaurant, Eugene Pontercorvo killing himself because of the mob's grip, Adriana La Cerva's ruined mother--thankfully suggested, even if subtly, just how evil the program's heroes are. The season gave us perhaps the worst Sopranos episode ever, Join the Club, but amidst the boredom there was some excitement: Lauren Bacall getting punched in the face, A.J.'s Puerto Rican girlfriend (caliente!), Johnny Sack crying at his daughter's wedding, Christopher shooting a biker he dismissively refers to as "Grizzly Adams." But how did Janice and Bobby get a child so quickly? Where in rural America is a volunteer fire-department made up exclusively of gay men? How does Christopher marry a woman that the viewers have never really met? The Sopranos didn't always make sense in season six. Occasionally, Sopranos writers insert violence as a substitute for weak plot. That cheap trick would have been an improvement on what was less a season finale and more a set-up for the final eight episodes.

Never got this show to begin with. A bunch of guys from Jersey named Vinnie, Paulie and Tony murdering people whilst grabbing their crotches.

Hey whoa.

I agree season six left something to be desired. The continuity from season five was so disjointed at times I half expected the season to end with Tony waking up from his coma and saying “It was just a dream”.