Last night’s episode of The Sopranos (episode 83, “Kennedy and Heidi“) brought a pleasant surprise: Sarah Shahi. (Warning: slight spoilers ahead.)
It was nice to see Carmen de la Pica Morales again. The woman knows how to wear denim cutoffs. And she rose to the challenge of guest starring on a show that is scrutinized by obsessed viewers every week. I thought she was just as impressive in her brief scenes as Julianna Margulies was in her fifteen seconds. (Maybe not as brilliant as Edie Falco in her loaded assessment of Julianna as a "good-looking woman," but that kind of brilliance is rare.)
Shahi’s Sonya is a fairly interesting character: She’s a stripper working her way through school (OK, maybe that’s just inane, not interesting), and she’s quick to offer paranoia-free pot and enlightening, roulette-enhancing peyote. She’s an old friend of Christopher’s, as you might have guessed, and she sees Tony for who he is. We probably won’t see her again before the series ends, but it was nice while it lasted.
Yes, Sonya had sex with Tony. I’m trying not to think about that, because a grunting, convulsing Tony Soprano is the most unappetizing thing ever, second only to Rocky Mountain oysters.
So instead I’ll just focus on some pleasant memories.
A haiku for Carmen
Forget about Shane;
where is the altar to your