Now that is what you call an
exit. I watched the episode alone at my desk (this morning as soon as I could
to avoid spoilers) and I was literally clapping at the end, no kidding,
clapping to a TV screen. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. As my brother said,
everyone got what they deserved (and some a lot more). I have seldom been this
satisfied at the end of any work of fiction whether it was a novel, a movie,
or a TV series.
After the final and stupidly
ambiguous episode of The Sopranos all
I could think was, “You people writing this just aren’t clever enough for this
lame-ass ending.” It’s like they thought they were smarter than their audience.
With Breaking Bad everyone has always
known that Walter White was the smartest guy in the room.
As satisfying as it was to see a
pile of dead neo-Nazis in the end, what may have been even better was not having
to hear his mush-mouth son speak a last time—I really hated that kid. Badger
and Skinny Pete were their usual brilliant selves and I can only pray that they
get a spin-off series in which they take over the carwash for hilarious,
meth-fueled hijinks.
Whether or not this was the best
TV series ever would be hard to say but I definitely think that it was
consistently the most fun to watch week-to-week.
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