Breaking Bad has become quite the phenomenon. I love the show. I love it for all the reasons that other people love it: it’s alluringly realistic drug deals, it’s fantastic twists, which would make a cyclone jealous. But there is one thing that moves me more than all of those things. What really shines and moves me in Breaking Bad is its ability to reflect.
Breaking Bad is a show that respects pacing as much as it does storytelling. It takes no rush in telling its story. It does not have to, after all. The show is so intense because it takes its time building the suspense, but it also takes it’s time to breathe.
There is a scene so stuck in my mind from the second episode of season one that I still can recall it. The green grass, the suburban sprinkler, the two middle class mothers powerwalking past, the peaceful and somber xylophone music playing in the Golden Hour of the sunset, which is the show’s hot metaphor for death. It struck me so hard because it recognized death as a powerful example of why life is important. There are so many movies that focus on death and easily disregard it, so we as the viewer accept it, almost as a mundane thing. But Breaking Bad shines in how it shows the importance and scariness of death, which is something that has moved me since I first watched it.