I like to think of fraternity guys loving the show, and one of them Googling the story behind it, and thinking ‘Oh, that’s true!’ And the Natural Light they’re drinking makes it better.
(Natty Light makes everything better. Wait, is that right?)
TV abounds in flashy villains and damaged anti-heroes, but Tony Soprano was something else: a mundane, banal, unimaginative suburban husband and father with mother issues whose business ran on murder. To hold our interest playing a man like that, to make us root for him to succeed while fearing what he’ll do next — that’s a gift.