Breaking Bad, Disturbingly Good

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Insomnia kicked in the night I completed The Final Season. Was it because of the caffeine I drank or the overwhelming rush from the last four episodes of the series? Most likely a bit of both.

Between 1:00 AM and 5:00 AM I woke up four times. Each time I rearranged my pillow and changed positions, my eyes popped open thinking about and almost worrying about the characters from Breaking Bad.

For the first time ever, in a television series, to some degree, I was drawn to every last character. For some, I couldn’t wait for their demise. The others I rooted for, hoping they’d find some sort of peace or redemption, knowing they were only destined to be doomed.

Aside from Breaking Bad’s stunning cinematography, witty and intelligent writing, flawless acting across the board and it’s Tarantinoesque direction, the development, evolution and conflicts of the characters, within themselves and with others, is what impressed me most.

Brimming with beautiful Shakespearean tragedy, each character grieves and attempts to unsuccessfully cope through their emotional, mental and physical losses, desperately clinging on to their versions of a “justified” reality that doesn’t exist.

Breaking Bad is far more than a crime drama. It’s an artistic statement of arrogance and guilt and when combined how they eat a person alive. It’s a commentary on the evils of the world and how they lurk around every corner and sometimes even within us. It’s about escapism, greed, rationalization, family. But most of all, it’s an oddly realistic and desperately sad journey of facing and accepting one’s own demons and fate.

I may be late in the Breaking Bad game but I wouldn’t have wanted my overwhelmingly intense and emotional journey with the characters to be any other way.

So cheers to Breaking Bad and it’s incredible artistry. Here’s to totally messing with my head and emotions as I struggled myself with accepting the fate of and who your characters really are, you truly are a masterpiece.