Remember how in Snatch, Dennis Farina arrives back in the US after a trip filled with bloody mayhem, and the Customs agent asks him if he has anything to declare, and he’s all “Yeah. Don’t go to England”? Well, let me tell you what, I have never been to the southwest US, but Breaking Bad is doing everying thing it can to declare “Don’t Go To Albuquerque.”
I mean, I am sure it is a lovely city, but man, the producers are doing a great job making it (as Jesse Pinkman would say) bleak, yo. Hot, colorless, soul-sucking, and crime-ridden. Let me book my next flight!
That’s not a complaint. The show gives me the total heebs, but in a good way. Never before have a so felt like I am being personal witness to someone’s real-life stumble though a veritable factory outlet of Bad. Idea. Jeans. DUDE.
And I’ve always though Bryan Cranston was great, but this kid who plays Jesse? BRILLIANT. Doing a marvelous job with what could have been a cookie-cutter-hollywood stoner/loser role. He’s got this character down pat, yo.
