Spoiler alert: don’t read the comments or final paragraph if you aren’t caught up on Breaking Bad.
Did you watch Walter White go out with a bang last night? I’m so sad it’s over and also so glad it went out before it got too crazy. I loved the finale, and for a show that created so much hype, that’s saying something. I’ll leave the analysis and recap to the pros, and, instead, let you in on the Breaking Bad death march that took over my life for the last six weeks, because six weeks ago, I had never watched an episode.
It was mid-August when I started feeling left out of the BB discussions
my family the entire world was having before me. So we agreed to start watching. Anyone that watches knows that there’s so such thing as passively following Breaking Bad. It hooks you in like a seatbelt when it locks.
I timed it out so if we watched 1.46 episodes per day that we’d be caught up in time for last night’s finale. If you’ve read the research about the amount of time you spend watching TV being directly tied to your probability of dying younger, you know that this plan was not only borderline obsessive but also a really bad health decision. You have no idea.
The first thing to be kicked off my to-do list was exercising, and, since our TV isn’t within viewing distance of the kitchen, cooking went out the window more nights that I like to admit. I was an eating-out, lazy blob of a TV watcher, and I didn’t want it any other way.
And then it happened: we got caught up. I’m equal parts proud and disgusted that we finished our marathon way ahead of schedule and super happy that I don’t have to ignore the Internets today to avoid spoilers. We thought this last weekend was going to be at least a six episode weekend. Come Thursday, we had one episode left. One. There’s no question that we got compulsive.
So to celebrate the finale of a cultural phenomenon and the end to our summer laziness phase, we had a bit of a family Breaking Bad get-together last night, complete with indignant shushes and blue rock candy, which, I’ll have you know, was not as original of an idea as I thought. Amazon Prime was all but sold out of blue rock candy by Thursday of last week, and showing up under related items was a yellow lab suit and a gas mask. Safe to assume there will be a few Walter Whites at your Halloween party, huh?
So with Heisenberg’s drama and antics behind us, all that’s left to contemplate is what Jesse Pinkman did next and how many months/years of my life I lost during this end-of-summer affair. Hopefully a few veggies and sit-ups will help me buy back some time. But no matter, it was worth it. Thank you, Vince.
Did you watch Breaking Bad? What shows have hooked you? Have you ever had a TV marathon of this sort?
P.S. Anna Gunn’s op ed in the NY Times. Read it.