I’ve been a Breaking Bad fan since the beginning. I got in on the ground floor, not knowing what I was in for.
When it debuted, Breaking Bad sounded a bit like a twist on Weeds — maybe even a rip-off. A nice suburban person hits some bad luck and turns to the drug trade for a financial assist. And like the trials an tribulations of Nancy Botwin, Breaking Bad‘s early episodes did play a lot of that for comedy.
Except this show was about meth. So there seemed an inherent flaw in its premise — because even if he has cancer, and even if he’s doing it to provide for his family, how do you make a guy who manufactures and sells methamphetamine palatable for a mainstream viewing audience? And likeable?
As it turns out, you don’t.
