From David Ceska’s Thanksgiving piece:
With The Sopranos finale as precedent, whenever I or any of my writer colleagues are stuck for an ending, we’re now empowered to just stop the thing in mid-sentence somewhere near the end and just walk away. If someone calls us on it, we can point to David Chase’s “artistic” example. No need for conclusions or endings anymore, suckers. Screw endings. Thanks, Mr. Chase, for saving us a shitload of work.
This is so freaking liberating!
Thank You, David Chase
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