Ridin’ Through this World

November 12, 2011

Juice

If you have no interest whatsoever in the FX series chronicling the adventures of the motorcycle gang Sons of Anarchy, or if you haven’t been keeping up with season four, read no further. You’ll be either bored or pissed at me for spoiling the story.

Noble at Heart

Opie

Season four is the best so far. The actors give astonishing performances, especially Theo Rossi as Juice, who previously seemed like a minor member of the Sons. But now, with a creepy federal prosecutor blackmailing him to rat out his club, his torment is harrowing. The story has me twisted into such a painful state of suspense I wish I’d waited for the season to end before beginning to watch. As it is, I must wait FOUR MORE DAYS to find out whether Juice betrays the Sons, whether Gemma makes Clay pay for beating the shit out of her, whether Jax and Tara’s relationship survives the career-ending injury to her hand, or for that matter, whether Tara survives the next assassination attempt by the ruthless Mexican drug cartel Clay sicced on her. I wonder how many other members of the club will be gunned down before the season ends. (Oh please, not Opie. He reminds me, just a little, of my brother.)

Back-Stabbing Motherfucker

Clay

Underlying my suspense is a terrible apprehension. The show’s writers have set the story on a reckless, headlong course that could end in a cataclysmic crash that leaves nothing and nobody standing for season five. I suspect Tara will die. The dramatic possibilities of the love between her and Jax appear to be exhausted. With her demise, Jax could leave the kids with his mom and be free to ride. Clay has become such a blackguard, I can hardly stand to look at him anymore, and I’ll lose all respect for Gemma if she fucks that bastard instead of fucking him up. Maybe Clay has to die so Ron Perlman can make Hellboy III, but as much as I hate the character, I have trouble imagining the series without his grizzled, leering presence.

The writers are driving Sons of Anarchy to the edge of nihilism and daring us not to watch.

 

 

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