On Monday, Feb. 25, Lorraine Bracco—who around here is still better known as the shrieky wife in GoodFellas than for her role as the shrink with a smoky voice on The Sopranos—threw a launch party for her new line of wines at the Hard Rock Café on Broadway and 43rd Street. No matter how you slice it, a TV actor launching an eponymous line of booze at a Times Square theme restaurant on a Monday night in February is a tad depressing. Fugeddaboutit! The event was well attended and star-studded—even Mayor Bloomberg showed up to support the 53-year-old actress and her vino.

“I have a lot of energy and didn’t want to just walk around in my apartment in circles,” Ms. Bracco told the Daily Transom of why she decided to put her name on a collection of wines, which range from Amarone Classico to Pinot Grigio.  read more »

The borrowing's fine. But it's symptomatic of a problem with The Sopranos. The writers and producers are straining at the form. It's not enough to have a Jersey Mafia story anymore, they have to have shafts of otherworldly literary light pouring in from out of nowhere at every turn. I mean the Lorraine Bracco shrink—abruptly, finally—challenging Tony about the violence in his job. "We've been dancing around how you live for years." Sugar, why now? And ethically, are you allowed to bring up stuff the analysand doesn't? I found it intrusive. Then there were Carmela's art-inspired epiphanies about the brevity of life in Paris. Paris—on the Sopranos. They should leave that stuff to Merchant and Ivory, and just let the Sopranos be the Sopranos.