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Good God.
Let me start from the beginning.
A few years ago Zack informed me that I should, no, needed to watch this show starring Malcolm's dad about a chemistry teacher that sold meth! It sounded absurd and I lost interest after two episodes. Mainly I think I was in my Dawson's Creek phase and I didn't ant that interrupted. A few weeks later he came back to me and told me that I really needed to give it another chance. He had finished the first season and felt very strongly that I needed to be a part of this.
That clicked with me.
He doesn't binge watch television like I do so for him to outright say something like that was beyond me. So I figured, hey, I'll give it another shot. I started from the beginning and somehow I made it through season one. And two. And three. All within about a weeks time. And then that crazy Saturday happened where at nine in the morning we decided to watch a few episodes in bed before the day actually started. All of a sudden we look out the window and it's nine at night. It's dark and we order pizza and finish the last episode of the fourth season.
We were caught up. We were able to watch all of season 5 in "real time", sometimes surrounded with others and sometimes in the dark alone. Either way it was almost painful to have to wait a week in between each episode and then an entire year between part one and part two. But somehow we made it, and now we're here and now it's over. Like over, over and I'm struggling. It's like the first time I watched Six Feet Under and felt like I had ended a six season relationship. I tried to give The Soprano's a chance right after and it was just too soon. The wounds hadn't healed yet and inevitably I had given up. I felt worse this time around. Like that feeling where you want to just stay in bed watching You've Got Mail or my go-to chick flick Grease 2 and stuff your face with cookie dough? I'm surprised I'm not doing that right now.
Considering how this all went down, I will be honest and say I am thoroughly satisfied with this ending. I think they tied up every single loose end they needed to, even when it seemed like they didn't (supporting characters, not much needed to be said, though I was hoping for a little more Marie/Flynn time but I'm not mad about it).
Jesse broke free. He broke completely free and drove away probably singing a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. Good, he deserves it. I hope wherever he goes (to get brock, to get some In N'Out) that he is happy and life is amazing for him. He finally got to be in control of his life.
Walt. It was not completely clear that he lived or died. I honestly thought that's how it was designed until I watched Talking Bad. He died, and good riddance, though honestly I cried, and I very much did not expect to cry. But I did. Because even bad things are sad.
It could not have been more perfect. I don't know if I can even say much more about it. I think if we go on and on about how brilliant it is, it's ruined. I don't want that. So to end, I have some links about things you might have missed (I know I did) via Buzzfeed, and also some of the most heart-stopping moments.
-Jesse got Todd
-Who was right about Lydia and the ricin?
-Did you not freak out when those red dots appeared on Elliot and Gretchen?
-And also flip out when it was Badger and Skinny Pete?
-That pillar in Skyler's apartment so perfectly placed hiding Walt? Crap!
-JESSE GOT TODD
-Walt finally admitting to Sklyer it was all for him
-Walt saying goodbye to Holly
-Walt from above, something we've seen a few times
HERE IS ALL THE CRAP YOU MISSED perfectly compiled into a little package. Please click this link.
And a proper farewell to everybody's favorite punk ballad.
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