Don’t be fooled by the gloom and doom in the headlines. America has always had a knack for beating back the darkness with a collective, willful suspension of disbelief. Denial is part of our national character. While the Japanese embrace melancholy through poetry, the Irish greet despair with boozy enthusiasm, Siberian nomads acknowledge countless dark omens in their midst, and the French curse and weep over red wine and strong cigarettes, Americans spackle over the darkness with the manufactured cheer of “Happy Days” and Happy Meals, Dance-a-thons and Toyotathons, Love Bugs and “Love Boat.”
No matter what you read on the front page of the paper, it’s nothing that a few soothing nacho platters and a visit to the local multiplex can’t erase. When Americans congregate in groups, some bad man with a microphone is always there to encourage us to Do the wave! Raise the roof! Get jiggy wit it! Celebrate good times, come on! From movie theaters to baseball games to state fairs to pep rallies, we’re not allowed to simply stand in one place, feeling ambivalent.
Americans are made uncomfortable by simple expressions of indifference — or worse yet, open, direct admonitions of fear, dread or sadness. We leave upbeat, one-line Facebook-status-update suicide notes. We don’t suffer, we “remain strong.” More than anything else, we deeply appreciate the outpouring of support we have received during this difficult time.
Bad company
Against this backdrop of forced optimism, AMC’s “Breaking Bad” (premieres 10 p.m. Sunday, March
stands out like a chain-smoking cutter at cheerleading camp. “Breaking Bad” isn’t an American TV show. It’s not a TV show at all. It’s a ruthless, rambling art film that stumbled out of your local indie theater and wandered into cable’s scrappy, untamed back country.
Watch a few minutes of “Breaking Bad” and it’s not hard to see why Bryan Cranston’s restrained performance as Walt White, a chemistry teacher-turned-drug-kingpin in suburban Albuquerque, N.M., won him an unexpected Emmy last year. At the start of the first season, Walt was teetering on the brink of financial collapse in the wake of a dire cancer diagnosis. Faced with insolvency, an unexpectedly pregnant wife and a teenage son with cerebral palsy, Cranston did what any man in his position might do: He teamed up with a no-account loser of a former student, Jesse Pinkman (Aaron Paul), and started cooking up high-grade crystal meth out of the kid’s Winnebago.
The first season yanked viewers into Walt’s crumbling life with brute force, taking us along for one depraved encounter after another with Albuquerque’s unsavory drug underworld. All the while, Walt neglected to inform his wife, Skyler (Anna Drum), or son, Walt Jr. (R.J. Mitte), of his diagnosis, not to mention his freelance career as a meth lab chemist. As a result, Walt’s anguish was unrelenting from the beginning of the season to the end, from struggling with whether or not to kill a drug dealer in Jesse’s basement who was sure to kill Walt if he was set free, to dodging the growing suspicions of his overgrown frat boy brother-in-law Hank (Dean Norris), who also happens to be the head of the DEA. Aside from Hank and his compulsive, cheery-but-merciless wife, Skyler’s sister Marie (Betsy Brandt), show creator Vince Gilligan offered us hardly a glimmer of hope over the course of those first seven episodes. So why couldn’t we look away? Sinking into a pit of despair every time we watched, we’d have to remind ourselves after each episode, “At least I’m not that guy.”
But even with its occasional forays into comedy, “Breaking Bad” remains far too oppressively bleak to approach the giddy darkness of schadenfreude. When Nate of “Six Feet Under” hit the floor with a brain ailment right after cheating on Brenda, we giggled in spite of ourselves. When Tony looked poised to have his brains blown out while scarfing down onion rings, we sat on our hands in breathless anticipation. When Don Draper lights up his 15th cigarette of the day and opts out of returning home to his wife and kids, we live vicariously through those strong martinis and illicit affairs, even as we can see Don turning his back on everything that’s genuine and real in his life for an escapist fantasy.
Walt doesn’t have the same flair as his fellow cable antiheroes, or their ability to infuriate us with their slippery charms, even as we begrudgingly forgive them their trespasses. Instead of possessing the more common cable-leading-man combinations of charisma and impulsiveness, Walt is reserved and uncomfortable and in most episodes, he sweats more than he actually speaks. Walt is the ordinary guy in the ugly plaid shirt and cheap khakis. He’s a pragmatic dying man, desperate to provide for his family once he’s gone. It’s this ability to show us Walt’s inner turmoil, instead of turning him into an explosive, colorful live wire, that won Cranston the Emmy.
But can we hang on for another tour through this cheerless landscape? The second season begins with some small hope that Walt and Jesse might score some serious walking-around money in a matter of weeks. Could Walt actually end up in his wife and son’s good graces? Could Jesse suddenly be empowered to do something meaningful with his life?
No way. Instead, a simple drug-for-money exchange with a local kingpin turns unexpectedly ugly, and Walt and Jesse find themselves fearing for their lives and desperately clawing their way out of a series of increasingly dire situations, from trying to get a homicidal maniac drug dealer to snort some poisonous crystal meth that’s sure to kill him to attempting to cover their tracks as an increasingly suspicious DEA begins circling. The bleakness of this picture is summed up nicely by Walt when he finds himself having to explain his erratic behavior to a psychiatrist: “My wife is 7 months pregnant with a baby we didn’t intend. My 15-year-old son has cerebral palsy. I am an extremely overqualified chemistry teacher. When I can work, I make $43,700 per year. I have watched all of my colleagues and friends surpass me in every way imaginable, and within 18 months, I will be dead.”
But most of the time, Walt is far less explicit. One night when Walt looks distraught and Skyler asks him if there’s something wrong, all he can say is, “I don’t even know where to begin.” More than the disturbing scenes with sadistic thugs or thoughtless addicts, the scenes between Walt, a dying man, and Skyler, his depressed, lonely wife, are almost too much to bear. It’s never been quite clear what drew these two together, or why they stick together now. Sometimes you just want them to break a smile or share a moment of connection. Instead, every scene seems to end either in silent suffering and abject misery.
The mostly comical scenes involving Hank, then, offer a rare reprieve from hell. But that makes sense, since even hell is a big joke to Hank. Even as he’s rallying the troops around hunting down a drug kingpin, Hank can’t help chuckling when he recounts the story of the kingpin’s associate who “got his arm crushed clean off” and bled to death: “Anyone see the photos? They’re on my Web site. Hilarious.“
“Breaking Bad” has so many redeeming qualities, from its low-key, almost mean-spirited sense of humor to its stark, artistic shots of the Albuquerque sky to the patient pace with which its story unfolds, that it seems a shame to miss any of it just because we’re accustomed to more sugary, cheerful tales. Even so, watching this show can feel like stumbling onto online photos of a poor guy who bled to death from a crushed arm. As much as you admire the gall of the guy who put those photos up, you’ll still end up depressed anyway.
Murder, he wrote
If “Breaking Bad” represents how the heaviness of cable dramas often needs to be leavened with a little charm and humor, ABC’s “Castle” (premieres 10 p.m. Monday, March 9) reflects how charm and humor can sometimes take over a network drama so entirely that it’s easy to lose sight of the substance beneath the witty banter.
In fact, “Castle” may be the most lighthearted, carefree procedural drama in the history of television. Following in the flirtatious, love-hate footsteps of “Moonlighting,” “Castle” presents the story of a sassy, beautiful homicide detective who’s forced to allow a dashing, famous author of bestselling murder mysteries to accompany her on the job for the sake of his research. Rick Castle (Nathan Fillion) is beginning a new series of mysteries, and Kate Beckett (Stana Katic) is going to be the basis for his new character.
Not a terrible premise, and as I’ve said, “Castle” certainly has its charms. Rick Castle brings a murder mystery author’s perspective to crime solving. “That would make a better story,” he sometimes blurts when he considers a more far-fetched alternative explanation for a murder in the middle of an investigation, and of course, half the time he’s right. Fillion does a nice job of capturing Castle’s mixture of earnest good guy and slick, famous author on the make. The dialogue is reasonably smart and funny.
Even so, it all feels so written at times. Take this exchange:
Rick: When I’m writing a new character, there’s no telling when inspiration might strike.
Kate: I thought I was your inspiration.
Rick: Oh you are, detective, and in so many ways.
Kate: Yeah, well, your inspiration might strike you sooner than you think.
Cute and clever, sure, but this isn’t the way real people talk. There are lots and lots of scenes like this one, scenes where Rick and Kate say things like, “Why can’t you just admit I was right?” and “You know, for a minute there, you actually made me believe that you were human.” It’s all so “Moonlighting,” so David and Maddie, so utterly, thoroughly played.
I’d like to fall for “Castle,” but ultimately there’s not that much there to love. The show is a lot like one of the bestselling murder mysteries its title character pens: You might stay up late reading furiously, but minutes after you put down the book, you’ve forgotten half of it.
Then again, with so many dark clouds on the horizon, it’s no shock that viewers might prefer a fluffy, forgettable page-turner like “Castle” to a disturbingly dark, unforgettable indie film like “Breaking Bad.” Our world has changed dramatically overnight, and suddenly front-page stories about former executives taking jobs as janitors, former NFL players lost at sea and homeless children sleeping in unheated garages feel less like depressing headlines to sidestep on the way to the funny pages, and more like inauspicious omens at a moment of extreme reckoning. Bestselling author and sexy divorcé Rick Castle may represent the American dream incarnate when he signs autographs on fawning fans’ bodies or chats breezily about golf with notable judges, but our new reality may be closer to Walt White’s: broke, haggard, sick, alienated and desperate. Oh, what a feeling!
The following recap of "Breaking Bad" Season 4, Episode 13
contains spoilers. Read at your own risk.
The last thing Gus Fring did was straighten his tie.
The seemingly indestructible drug lord bought it in a nursing home after going with his henchman Tyrus to kill his mute enemy, Hector Salamanca. The visit had been secretly engineered by Walt with the cooperation of Hector, who falsely made it seem as though he was about to become an informant for the drug enforcement agency in order to lure his enemies into range. The killing device was a bomb strapped to the undercarriage of Hector’s wheelchair. In a brilliant touch, the mute Hector triggered the bomb the same way he communicated his wishes, by repeatedly hammering on a small silver bell. In an even more brilliant touch, the explosion was conveyed in long shot as its force blew the front door off Hector’s room and sent debris and smoke into the hallway. When Gus stepped out of the room, I thought for a moment that he had miraculously survived the explosion — an outcome that would not have surprised me, given Gus’ past track record of surviving attempts on his life; but then the camera tracked forward and situated itself in front of Gus, revealing that half his face had been blown off. He fell out of frame, and buenas noches.
So where does that leave “Breaking Bad”? As is often the case — on the show and in life — an act of violence created or intensified as many problems as it solved. Jesse and the Whites no longer have to worry about Gus trying to kill them, nor do they have to worry about reprisals from the Salamanca clan, the most prominent members of which were already offed in previous episodes.
But a bombing at a nursing home will surely intensify the search for Heisenberg once the DEA realizes that the device was homemade, and therefore devised by someone with an intimate knowledge of chemistry. The law enforcement scrutiny of Walt isn’t going to go away; logically Jesse should get drawn into it as well, once the DEA figures out (via witnesses and surveillance footage) that Walt was at the same hospital as Gus and Tyrus at the same time earlier that day, and that Jesse and Walt had frequent cell phone contact, and even had a conversation on a hospital hallway bench in plain view of cops who later questioned Jesse about the poisoning.
Another thing to consider (and I don’t doubt that “Breaking Bad” will remember it, as it has a memory like an elephant): The episode contained a brief shot of Gus sitting at his desk watching video surveillance feeds from throughout his far-flung fast food and drug empire. The feeds were all channeled through his laptop. The two underlings who presumably would have been in charge of instantly visiting Gus’ home or office in the event of an untimely demise and collecting incriminating evidence are respectively dead (Tyrus) and incapacitated (Mike). So the laptop is presumably just sitting there, where law enforcement officers are sure to find it. If they do find it, not only will they realize the extent of Gus’ criminal enterprise, they may be able to access previous surveillance feeds and acquire video evidence that Walt and Jesse worked for Gus, and were in X location at Y time on Z days; this will all help immeasurably with whatever case they build against Albuquerque’s dynamic duo. (The destruction of the laundry plant by Walt and Jesse doesn’t necessarily eliminate the video evidence, which was likely cached on a server somewhere.)
Walt in the hospital hallways, in the parking garage planting the bomb under Gus’ car, in the nursing home planting the bomb under Hector’s wheelchair, on the bench in the hallway talking to Jesse, in the elevators of both buildings — that’s all going to be on video, too. How will the show account for this? Perhaps it won’t; maybe it’ll end up in the evidence dossier that eventually drives Walt and his family into witness protection.
Speaking of witness protection: The elimination of Gus and Tyrus should also activate the German conglomerate that we learned had been bankrolling Gus’ criminal empire. Those people will not be happy about what Walt and Jesse did, and I can’t imagine they aren’t on deck to become the criminal antagonists of the show’s fifth and final season.
The bombing will also intensify the White family’s financial woes, because no matter how much Walt hated being Gus’ high-priced indentured servant, the job still paid great money. Sans Gus, Walt and Jesse will have to start over as meth manufacturers, buying their own equipment, paying for another lab in which to cook it, and then either partnering with a new (and potentially equally dangerous) distributor or moving the product themselves. All of this is, to put it mildly, problematic.
And — I saved this for last because it’s a doozy — the episode’s final shot, a reveal of a flower pot in Walt’s backyard with a “Lily of the Valley” tag, which confirmed that it was in fact Walt who poisoned Brock, the son of Jesse’s girlfriend Andrea.
I’ll accept that Walt would do something like this, despite being a father of two and a guy who has never shown any indication of being quite that ruthless before, because he’s in a desperate place right now. People whose backs are against the wall are capable of much worse behavior than people who think they know them realize.
However, this twist is troublesome from a writing standpoint because it credits Walt with being the author of a criminal scheme so diabolical that it requires a suspension of disbelief on the part of viewers that’s equal to, maybe greater than, any of the bomb- or bullet-related twists in prior episodes.
Why would Walt poison Brock? To get him into the hospital, so that a panicked Jesse would stand watch and eventually lure Gus to talk to him, thereby maneuvering Gus into a position where Walt could try to kill him with a car bomb? It all seems a bit far-fetched. So much of it is dependent on people doing exactly what Walt wants and expects them to do, at exactly the moment that he wants and expects them to do it. [Updated: Reader JeffTCarroll comments, "It's more believable if you consider Walt's poisoning of Brock as merely the method to get Jesse back on Walt's side. Walt didn't plan the hospital bombing until after this occurred, just as he planned everything else on the fly after that happened." I like this interpretation a lot.]
Another nettlesome aspect of this plot is that — as far as I’ve been able to determine; I’m sure expert horticulturists will correct me — lilies of the valley are only poisonous if ingested in large doses. So what did Walt do, make lilies-of-the-valley berry jam, spread it on toast with some peanut butter, and swap it out for whatever Brock was having for lunch at school that day? And would the poison have acted quickly enough to eliminate the possibility of Brock giving his mother information that would have helped her figure out what happened? “Mommy, a scary-looking bald white man told me to eat a bunch of berries, and now my tummy hurts!”
Yes, I am nitpicking. This was a great episode, expertly constructed and executed. I’m sorry to see Gus go; he was, as I’ve written elsewhere, one of the greatest screen gangsters of recent times, and Giancarlo Esposito was so exquisite in the role that the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences really should send him an Emmy right now rather than go through the motions of having everyone vote for him.
Was this a perfect season? No, not remotely; in fact, in retrospect I think it was too long, stretching maybe nine or 10 episodes’ worth of plot over 13 episodes, and indulging in some flourishes that were only acceptable if you viewed them through the prism of individual characters’ apparently boundless stupidity — for example, Skyler’s impulsive decision to give her former employer nearly $700,000 to pay back taxes without consulting her husband first, a twist that set up that great finale of “Crawl Space” but also made an otherwise intelligent character look like a dope.
But all in all, the show’s consistently high level of quality continued into a fourth year, which is no small accomplishment, and the plotlines changed both the characters and the series’ tone in fascinating ways, tightening the screws on all the major characters and foregrounding the film noir/black comedy influence that was always present. “Breaking Bad” is a great TV series, a worthy heir to the dark dramas that preceded and influenced it. No matter how fast series creator Vince Gilligan and company turn around Season 5, the wait will still seem endless.
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[Note: This recap of "Breaking Bad," season four, episode 12, "End Times" contains spoilers. Read at your own risk.]
“He has been ten steps ahead of me at every turn,” Walt said, begging Jesse for his life in “End Times”. He was talking about Gustavo “Gus” Fring, the drug dealer and fast food magnate who’d made his life hell.
But the line lingered in my mind as I sat down to write this piece and weighed whether to come down hard on some of this episode’s more absurd sequences, especially that business with Andrea’s young son Brock apparently becoming poisoned after … well, after what? Bear with me here, because the “what” seemed uncharacteristically muddy for a “Breaking Bad” subplot. Bottom line: I hope — and expect — that “Breaking Bad” is ten steps ahead of its audience, as it often tends to be, and that it didn’t suddenly exhaust its cleverness this season and start winging it.
First, the business with the ricin. When Jesse dumped his pack out on the sidewalk in front of the hospital and figured the boy had ingested the ricin he’d been smuggling for weeks but couldn’t bring himself to use on Gus, I thought maybe it just was a horrible accident — that maybe Brock filched a smoke, as curious boys sometimes do, and picked the absolute wrong one to experiment with. But Brock is probably too young for that — six, according to the “Breaking Bad” wiki entry on Andrea — and the cigarette pack time line established in subsequent scenes would seem to rule that out anyway.
During the scene where Jesse storms over to Walt’s house and threatens to kill him, something happened to me that almost never happens during a super-intense “Breaking Bad” scene: I started to zone out a bit and wonder about what the writers were trying to do rather than what was happening in the scene. Nothing that either character said made much sense given what we know about them and their world.
Why would Jesse think that Walter White, even at his most unhinged, would poison a child, or use poison against Jesse or anyone Jesse knew? Walt is desperate — scared of losing his job, and of being killed, and seeing his family killed — but he’s a father of two, and in general just not the sort of guy who would do something like that. I think that Jesse, even at his most furious and sad, would realize that. He might come up with some other cockamamie reason to blame Walt – for example, he might accuse him of using the poison to try to kill Gus or one of Gus’ men, but so sloppily that an innocent child died instead — but I can’t buy that he’d seriously think Walt would kill a six year old boy “to get back at me, because I’m helping Gus… [to rip] my heart out before you’re dead and gone.”
Another thing: Yes, Walt’s improvised theory about Gus somehow engineering the poisoning to provoke Jesse into killing Walt fit with Walt’s long history of improvising b.s. theories to talk people out of murdering him. But Walt himself seemed to legitimately believe his theory about Gus. He argued that Gus employs children as meth sellers and apparently had murdered Andreas 10-year old kid brother, Tomás (see season three’s “Half-Measures“), and that it wasn’t unthinkable that a man who’s “OK with using children” would come up with such a diabolical scenario.
The most truthful and fascinating part of that exchange was Walt’s statement that Gus “has cameras everywhere” and knows everything. This is demonstrably true — and if he had cameras in Walt’s and/or Jesse’s house that we never saw being installed, or if he had the ability to hear what Walt and Jesse talked about during smoke breaks at the laundry plant, he could have known about their plot to poison him, which would explain why he served Jesse from a common food pot when he came over for dinner.
But Gus is also smart and leaves little to chance. His master plans are fiendish and flamboyantly theatrical — the mass poisoning of his cartel enemies two weeks ago might have been the show’s most satisfying demonstration of this — but they always take the form of a trap that leaves the trapped persons little option but to behave as Gus expects them to behave, to revert to type and seal their own doom as a result. He rarely lets pride dictate his in-the-moment choices. He’s a chess master, always thinking about his end game. (Look at how he handled Jesse at the hospital. He went there determined to force Jesse to return to work immediately, and then when he realized Jesse wouldn’t budge, told him to come back in a week.)
Walt’s theory about Gus’ participation in the poisoning didn’t track because it doesn’t seem like something Gus would do. The killing of Andrea’s kid brother was a delayed response to another crime, and it was a very definite action with its own reasons and goals. The poisoning as envisioned by Walt was more vague, the sort of thing a coldblooded but inexperienced loose cannon might come up with. With some exceptions, “Breaking Bad” doesn’t ask us to believe that characters will suddenly act against their nature. It’s set in a heightened and somewhat metaphorical universe, but on its own terms the plotting usually makes sense because it proceeds from psychology.
All of which leads me to believe that any vagueness or absurdity related to the poisoning of Brock will be explained soon, in a way that’s true to “Breaking Bad” — a show that ultimately gives us a rational explanation for everything.
Consider the parking garage scene at the end of this episode. While I found it a bit hard to believe that Walt would be able to find a rooftop spot that gave him a clear and precise view of Gus’ rigged-to-explode car — what if Gus’ men had parked on a side or a floor of the garage that could not be seen from an available rooftop? – I found the rest of the scene quite credible. I read some complaints last night that Gus’ sudden decision not to get in his car was too mysterious — that it made him seem like too much the arch-criminal, feeling bad stirrings in The Force and acting on them.
But those complaints are shortsighted. His behavior here was classic Gus, totally consistent with what we know about him.
Why was Gus at the hospital? Because Jesse demanded it, with a stubbornness that he had never expressed to Gus before. It seems quite plausible that Gus would leave his conversation with Jesse pondering the circumstances that led up to it. Maybe as he made his way back to the car he thought something like, “Why did Jesse insist that I come here? He’s never disrespected my authority so flagrantly before. Maybe he made me come here so that he could kill me. And since the car was left unattended, a person — for example Jesse’s partner Walt, a brilliant chemist and tinkerer — could easily accomplish that with a bomb.” When he surveyed the skyline around the garage, I don’t think he knew where Walt was, or that he was even looking for any one person in particular, or that he knew there was a bomb in his car. I think he just wanted to see if it was possible to monitor what was happening in the garage from somewhere else downtown. Once he realized that it was in fact possible, he turned around and walked out. It doesn’t matter if suspected car bomb, a sniper attack or some other threat. He just thought there was something fishy about the entire meeting, and that it was better not to hang around in the garage any longer.
Which bring us back to the poison. It’s really not like “Breaking Bad” to fudge things so blatantly and hope nobody in the audience questions it, so I have to assume they’ll eventually clean up any lingering confusion. To that end, here are a couple of points to consider as we head into the season finale next week:
(1) Although Jesse assumed the poison was ricin, there was no objective corroboration of that in the episode, and in fact the writers took pains to establish in two separate scenes that Jesse was not allowed past the admission desk because he wasn’t related to Andrea or Brock. Maybe the poison was something other than ricin, or maybe it wasn’t poison at all. And maybe Jesse, a criminal with a powerful sense of guilt and a tendency to reflexively beat himself up over his failures, jumped to the conclusion that it was the ricin from the cigarette. Alternately:
(2) Maybe somebody did use the ricin in the cigarette to poison Brock, but wasn’t Gus. Maybe it was Gus’ minion Tyrus. He neither likes nor respects Jesse, and he often finds himself serving as a metaphoric janitor on the show, cleaning up messes created by the ego clashes of Walt, Jesse and Gus. Who did Gus say would clean the lab while Jesse stayed at the hospital with Andrea and Brock? Tyrus. When Walt was lying on the floor trying to talk Jesse out of shooting him, he said in passing, “You don’t think it’s possible that Tyrus lifted the cigarette out of your locker?” I think it’s very possible.
Tyrus strikes me as another Gus in the making, icy and smart. He’s working for an organization with, er, a high turnover rate. Why wouldn’t he try to come up with a bloody way to hasten a promotion?
Two more things, then I’ll shut up.
First, it seems increasingly clear that the “German multinational whatever” that’s bankrolling Gus’ operation is being set up as Gus and Jesse’s adversary in the fifth and final season. Although I fully expect Gus to be killed next week — I have no inside information, just a feeling — the conglomerate sounds like “the guy behind the guy behind the guy” that many crime thriller heroes must ultimately confront.
Second, I want to highlight the idea that Hank isn’t blissfully ignorant of the possibility that Walt is Heisenberg, but is in fact banking on it, and is trying to rope Walt via the law enforcement version of a long con.
A commenter last week got into this, and if Salon’s maddeningly complex technical upgrade hadn’t lost or hid part of the Letters section, I’d quote it here and link to it. (Hopefully we’ll get all that stuff figured out soon; be patient.) If you’re the person who left that comment, I wish you’d try to remember what you said and quote in the Letters section below, because it’s fascinating and I want us to talk about it.
I love the idea of Hank playing Inspector Porfiry Petrovich to Walt’s intellectually arrogant Raskolnikov. I wouldn’t put it past this show to set Hank up as a guy who habitually fails to see what’s right in front of him, only to reveal later that he was just playing dumb all along. “Breaking Bad” is filled with characters who do slightly mystifying things for reasons that are explained in detail later, after they’ve gotten what they wanted.
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[Note: This recap of "Breaking Bad," season four, episode 11, "Crawl Space," contains spoilers. Read at your own risk.]
Sometimes you have to laugh, otherwise you cry. And when things are really, really, really horrible, the laughter is more horrible still. Walter White’s laugh at the end of season four’s eleventh episode “Crawl Space” was bone-chilling — a horror movie or film noir laugh; the hideous guffaw of a man in existential panic. Dear lord, I’m still hearing it in my head as I write!
Oh, wait a second, it’s not in my head … the DVR just went off “pause” in the next room. Excuse me while I turn it off.
There. Much better.
What can you say about this episode except ”bravo”? We can argue the choices on a granular level in the Letter section — and I’m sure we will — but really, I’m having a hard time finding things to nitpick in this episode. By the standards of this series’ heightened, pulpy reality, everything worked, and every piece fit.
I didn’t care for the way Walter got out of the trip to the industrial laundry by intentionally missing the turn and then swerving his vehicle into the path of an oncoming car, injuring himself and his DEA agent brother-in-law, Hank. As I’ve indicated in previous recaps, I’m finding it increasingly hard to believe that any other character would believe any lie that Walter White tells, or any “accident” that he contrives to get out of trouble, because he just seems like the worst liar on the planet — Nathan Thurm-level bad. And yet the sequence worked on its own terms, which were blackly comedic. That’s the vein in which “Breaking Bad” often operates — a vein that also runs through horror and film noir, two genres that this series regularly invokes.
Black comedy makes outwardly ludicrous plot twists feel hilarious, organic and necessary. The black comedy in this episode — and in season four as a whole — made a couple of the show’s more ridiculous flourishes play brilliantly. One is the conundrum of Walt being asked to chauffeur his DEA agent brother-in-law on unauthorized stakeouts (which was Coen brothers-level crazy). The other is Skyler making an unauthorized withdrawal from the cash stored under the house in order to pay off her ex-lover’s tax debts and shield their own ill-gotten gains from government scrutiny. The chain of bad decisions and “acts of god” – as Saul’s muscle later described Ted’s collision with the kitchen counter — that flowed from these two aspects had a bouncy Rube Goldberg inevitability, rather like the strings of horrible misfortunes that befell the miscreants and plotters in the Coens’ “Blood Simple,” ”Fargo” and “Burn After Reading.” When the already beaten-up Walt walked into Hank’s hospital room with that white bandage on his nose, I just started laughing. It was film noir comedy — the comedy of karmic payback.
I ragged on Skyler’s unauthorized withdrawal last week, but I hereby withdraw my objections. Her financial improvisation was stupid, and implausible from both characterizaation and plot standpoints. (Skyler had been so risk-averse up till then, always a voice of caution, and suddenly she’s pulling over $600,000 in cash from under the floorboard and passing it through Saul, who never said a word about it to Walt?)
But it was all worth it to set up that great moment where Walt realized there wasn’t enough money to pay for the family’s relocation, and Skyler arrived at the exact moment that he realized it and tried to explain why she did it, and Walt realized they were trapped and doomed, and he started to laugh. Ah-HA-HA-HaHHHH! I also loved the way this scene was filmed. The shot-reverse shot pattern of Skyler looking down on Walt and Walt looking up at Skyler suggested a conversation between a man being buried alive and the person who was about to start shoveling dirt onto him. As Skyler wept and Walt cackled, I heard two statements echoing in my head. One was the phrase, “Communication is the key to a good marriage.” The other was Albert Brooks’ rant to Julie Hagerty in “Lost in America” about the importance of the nest egg.
So where are we now? Hank is targeted for death. Mike is out of the picture — either dead or so badly wounded that he can’t be of much service to Gus, which forces Jesse to step in as head chef. Gus is stronger than ever after eliminating most of his major enemies and manuevering a new chemist — the now-swaggeringly confident Jesse — into Walt’s old spot. Tyrus, whose smug silence I loathe nearly as much as Walt’s arrogance, is poised to become the new Mike, provided Gus doesn’t press Jesse into that job, too. Skyler, Walt and their kids are screwed. The only option left at this point is probably real witness location, not the illegal, underground variety that Saul’s buddy the vacuum cleaner salesman is selling.
“Breaking Bad” creator Vince Gilligan has said that he enjoys having his staff write the show into corners and write their way out again. This might be the tightest narrative corner in the show’s history. Short of painting a new door on one of the walls, Bugs Bunny-style, I don’t see how they can extricate the White-Schrader family. Next week can’t come soon enough.
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[Note: The following recap of "Breaking Bad" season four, episode 10 contains spoilers. Read at your own risk.]
As “Salud” began, Gustavo “Gus” Fring seemed a defeated man seeking compromise. He climbed into a small plane with his chief henchman Mike and his new favorite employee, Jesse, and flew to Mexico, to make piece with Don Eladio’s relentless cartel by teaching them how to cook Walter White’s blue meth recipe. Devoted viewers know that “Breaking Bad” is all about sudden, audacious reversals. Nevertheless, the series had done such a fine job of highlighting the cartel’s ferocity — capped with an attack on Gus’ processing plant that ended with Gus stalking right into the path of a sniper’s bullets — that I was inclined to believe that Gus really was going to Mexico to swallow his pride, make peace and give up the most valuable aspect of his operation.
By the end of the tenth episode of the show’s fourth season, all Gus’ enemies were dead — the victims of poisoning, a method of murder that “Breaking Bad” had threatened to inflict on one character or another (Gus included!) since season two.
The tipoff of a coming storm came when Gus stood at the edge of Don Eladio’s swimming pool — the same one where he’d seen his first cook murdered twenty years earlier — and subtly popped a small capsule. My first thought was, “Oh, dear. Will ‘Breaking Bad’ pull a bad television trick and give a major character some sort of debilitating medical condition that we’ve never heard about until now, and maybe kill him off with a heart attack?” My second thought, moments later, was, “This is part of a master plan. Gus is smarter than any of these people, and he will emerge victorious.” The second scenario came true. The pill was an emetic that allowed Gus to swallow the same poison that killed most of his enemies. (The scene of Gus forcing himself to throw up the poison in a bathroom was spot-on; it was shot in a way that suggested a religious ritual, a touch that connected it with Gus’ preparation of food in the dinner with Jesse and his meticulous donning and doffing of a jumpsuit in the murder sequence from “Box Cutter.“)
My favorite touch in this lengthy, brilliant sequence was the moment when Don Eladio tried to get Jesse to participate in the toast, and Gus politely excused him from it on grounds that he was a recovering addict and he wanted him to stay sharp so that he could cook more meth. As I’ve written previously, this is one of the keys to Gus’ continued success as an outwardly legitimate businessman and secret drug lord. He lies all the time, in large ways and small, but the lies are always wrapped around truth. There was genuine empathy in Gus’ intervention; I got the sense that on some level he respected Jesse’s newfound sobriety and wanted to encourage it. But of course what was really happening in that moment was pure mercenary cleverness: Gus wanted to keep Jesse alive because he was too valuable to sacrifice. He’d already thought of exactly how to accomplish that goal, in a way that would not arouse the suspicion of Don Eladio, a prideful businessman like Gus. And he’d considered all the angles before bringing Jesse to Mexico, and paved the way for it so meticulously that nobody else in the organization — Mike included — could deduce where this entire thread was going to end up.
This is a pattern with Gus. Like so many great leaders, he has a talent for making people feel as though they’re extraordinarily important individuals who are right at the center of a drama when in fact they are peripheral players. Over the last few episodes we’ve been encouraged to think that Gus’ interest in Jesse was all about Jesse, and Jesse’s importance to the organization; but while this was partly true, it turned out that Gus’s interest in the young man was also part of a larger plan to preserve his own business and neutralize a rival. In retrospect we now realize that Gus never had any intention of installing Jesse as a cartel chef in Mexico, or making peace with Don Eladio. Accidentally or on purpose, the entire arc of Jesse’s character during the middle part of this season — being attached to Mike as a trainee bagman/enforcer, and being split off from Walt and groomed as a protege in whom Gus saw “great things”, and the intense early sequence in this week’s episode where Jesse took control of the cartel’s lab and successfully cooked his first solo batch — was all leading to that moment by the side of the pool, when Don Eladio offered Jesse a drink and Gus declined it for him. Jesse was but one pawn on a chessboard. Gus is the Bobby Fischer of drug violence.
Hell, let’s just say it: Gustavo “Gus” Fring is one of the greatest characters in the history of TV crime dramas, as great as Tony Soprano, Vic Mackey, Al Swearengen and Mags Bennett (“Justified”). And yes, he’s the equal of Walter White — as psychologically rich and in some ways more fascinating, because he’s so more closed off and mysterious. Walt is emotionally transparent to us even when he’s hiding things from other characters. But Gus remains a question mark even though he seems to know himself better than anyone else on “Breaking Bad,” with the possible exception of Mike. Even if he’d been played by some other actor he would have been fascinating. But Giancarlo Esposito, with his haunted eyes and droopy-faced, Chuck Jones reactions, gives Gus an almost Shakespearean richness. I could picture this character sitting across a table from Macbeth or Shylock and having plenty to talk about.
The show is rife with images of surveillance but has never really teased them out; I wonder if Gus got the idea for the poison by visually or aurally surveilling Walt and Jesse? (A friend points out that this was a different poison than the ricin preferred by Walt, which takes up to 48 hours to work.) Perhaps when Jesse went over to his house that night, poisoned cigarette at the ready, Gus chose to serve food cooked in a common pot because he already knew he was being targeted. Or maybe great criminal minds think alike.
Will Gus survive until the end of the season, though? The episode’s climax suggested that he might have been critically wounded, or at least incapacitated for a while, by the poison. I hope (and suspect) that we haven’t seen the last of him. I hope we haven’t seen the last of Mike, either, but I’m less certain of this. “Breaking Bad” has expended a great deal of energy on Mike and Jesse’s mentor/pupil or surrogate father/son relationship, and the last few episodes have been centered on images of Jesse stepping up and becoming a vibrant, confident person for the first time since we met him. This seems like the dramatically right time to start phasing Mike out, and maybe Gus as well. The moment when Jesse took control of the cartel’s lab — even cutting down Don Eladio’s chef with his favorite epithet, “bitch” — felt like the culmination of a long, strange journey from snarling whippersnapper to legitimate badass, but I suspect the real payoff will happen next week, when we find out what became of Gus and Mike, Jesse’s bosses, as he helped them escape the compound. It’s not insignificant that in previous episodes, Jesse has often been pictured as a passenger in somebody else’s vehicle, but at the end of “Salud,” he had to get behind the wheel and drive.
If Gus and Mike get taken out of the picture by injury, death or prison, who will be left to run Gus’ organization? Presumably either Tyrus, Jesse or both. I get the feeling we’re headed in that direction. It would be richly ironic and very funny if, at the end of “Breaking Bad,” Jesse ended up as as Walter White’s boss.
The rest of the episode was mostly strong, but its other subplots couldn’t help but be overshadowed by the action in Mexico.
Walt’s tearful confession of helplessness to his son, Walter Jr., was one of Bryan Cranston’s best moments as an actor (and one of RJ Mitte’s as well). It also confirmed that “Breaking Bad” excels at staging dramatic scenes in which characters speak with naked honestly about themselves while engaged in deep deception. (Walt’s confession was about a gambling incident that didn’t actually happen, but it was really about all the choices he’s made since the series began — choices that alienated him from his wife and children even though they were made in their name.) I love the subtle parallels between Walt. Jr. and Jesse — two sons forced to care for helpless father figures, and to grow up as a result. This is the striving son/bad daddy season of “Breaking Bad,” isn’t it?
The subplot with Skyler secretly giving over $600,00 to Ted to help him settle his IRS debts, however, was just dumb. I didn’t believe that she would do something that impulsive and risky, I didn’t believe that even a game-for-anything sleazebag like Saul would take part it in it, and I didn’t believe that Ted, dense though he obviously is, would accept it without at least making a few phone calls to check it out. The whole thread was an embarrassment to the series. The less said about it, the better.
What did you think?
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