Unrelated fact that I realised today. Jamie-Lynn Sigler, who played Meadow Soprano is older now than James Gandolfini was when he began playing Tony Soprano.
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So this was absolutely 100% drivel. A total cash-in and complete waste of time.
It's [SPOILER - highlight to read]: narrated by a dead Christopher Moltisanti who I can only presume that Michael Imperioli had had a stroke because he talks with an entirely different voice tone and accent
If you were wondering why Ray Liotta doesn't have a character name in the listings it's because [SPOILER - highlight to read]: he plays 2 identical twins. Dickie Moltisanti's father and uncle
Mostly the casting is hilariously bad. The guy playing Silvio Dante being the worst of them. Paulie isn't much better. Joey Diaz is sh1t anyway. Even Corey Stoll and Jon Berenthal pretty much phone in their performances. Liotta is OK as DM's uncle and does a decent job of showing how different his 2 roles are but even then he's not in it enough to improve the movie overall
I will say that Vera Farmiga is absolutely brilliant as Livia Soprano. Her voice and mannerisms are exactly like Nancy Marchand
There's also small appearances for young versions of Jackie Aprille, Artie Bucco and Carmine Lupertazi.
There's no real plot to speak of. Dickie [SPOILER - highlight to read]: kills his father and his goomah (who was also his father wife earlier in the movie) but there's no consequences for it
Then the film ends with the pointless revelation that [SPOILER - highlight to read]: it was uncle Junior who had Dickie killed for laughing at him when he slipped on some stairs
The movie tries to get some cheap notes of nostalgia for the series by having Junior say "he's not got the makings of a varsity athlete" and "Your sister's cvnt"
2/10. A point each for Farmiga and Alessandro Nivola who is very good as Dickie Moltisanti.
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