My Breaking Bad story is that I was pretty sure it must be great, as much as I heard about it but never saw it the last what? 5 years? Until…
Thanks to a sister-in-law and her husband, I got season 1 on DVD as a gift on the last spectacle that is the holiday that commemorates the immaculate conception (they didn’t fuck—that would be nasty and fun) and birth of a sociopath—who managed to round up 12 illiterate followers with nothing better to do…but I digress. It’s 2013… Sorry.
Anyway, I popped ‘er in the DVD and commenced to watch. By 2am, I was at that “just one more ad-free episode” stage. Long story short, bought the whole series for my AppleTV and commenced deadbeat zombieism for the ensuing two weeks, hopelessly addicted. I’ve no idea what my blogging might have been like. Breaking Bad is all that mattered to me. Wife starving? She makes decent money and McDonald’s is still in play as far as I know—but I hadn’t watched anything on TV but Breaking Bad so I wouldn’t have known. She seemed to be OK around the end of Season 4, best I could tell.
It was reminiscent of getting hooked on fracking Battlestar Galactica. Fracking Olmos gets me every time, like Stand and Deliver never really ended. Least he didn’t turn out to be a Cylon. T’was a great overall metaphor for maggots in your midst, though.
Anyway, I just hope that Breaking Bad comes out as I think it should; where Walt is just Walt, and whether through calculation or luck (never really seems to matter), he seems to come out OK as a guy caught up in circumstances he deals with unconventionally while never really being intentionally evil or sociopathic.
Jesse finds Jesus and becomes a street preacher.
Skyler…. No fucking idea. Does it matter?
Hank & Marie, Skyler’s sister. Hellfire. This is the true evil underlying the entire show (and Marie is all in, even against her sister). After all, there would be no show without “Drug Enforcement.” Frack ’em both.
I know I won’t get my wish because it’s already well in the can, but the final scene would be best with Walt out in the desert, his barreled money dug up right by him, roasting liver over a campfire.