Perfect.
So much digital ink will be spilled on Monday about this show, I’ll hold my insufficient words. But I think one thing felt so right about the show, and it only works in the context of that Universe.
Walt. Wins.
And that’s the only way the show could have ended.
Breaking Bad, for all the nit-picky things people will detail over the next few days, is a perfect show. Long, in-depth character studies. Creative uses of long-cliched tropes. A story that works for one-time viewers and obsessives alike. But the tone, the humanity of the show; it’s an amazing combination of writing, acting, music, and self-awareness.
It was a fantastic run, a memorable experience, and–what other word is there–perfect ending. I suspect, someday, a show will be better than Breaking Bad. I can’t imaging how that will be and I hope I live to watch it, but for now Breaking Bad is, without a doubt, the best television in a generation.