I gotta say: I've been pretty disappointed in The Sopranos in recent years. Some folks love David Chase's deliberate storytelling; I'm finding it slow-paced. Too many storylines are abandoned before they're fleshed out, and too many new characters have been crowding the show at the expense of those we've come to know and loathe.
I still wish they'd turn the screws a little tighter as we come to the end of this television epic, but last night's episode was riveting, from the resolution of Tony's problems with Christopher to the fear and loathing in Las Vegas. And they topped it off with Calexico's "Minas de Cobre," so how can I kvetch?