I’m continuing Kathy G’s TV theme from yesterday. Thanks for the idea, K!
I’m pretty selective about what I watch on television. I would rather read than watch TV, but I do make time for some shows. Nice shows, mostly. The respectable ones we talked about yesterday when Kathy blogged. Today, however, let’s talk about the darker side of television. Are there any shows you hate to love? Ones that you’re compelled to watch even though you know you shouldn’t…for one reason or another? We’re all friends here. No one will judge you, I promise.
In fact, I’ll fess up first.
Recently, I’ve found myself in throes of a show that isn’t typical for me. Not at all. I like to laugh. I don’t condone crime. I abhor violence. This show isn’t funny. It’s all about breaking the law and not only getting away with it, but getting rewarded for it. It takes violence to a level so disturbing that if it weren’t in its final season and ending THIS Sunday night – FOREVER – I would stop watching it.
Really, I would. I swear.
Even though I’ve already watched every single episode and haven’t been able to look away yet. Well, except for the time that explosion happened and part of the guy’s face fell off. I did cover my eyes. Okay, so I peeked. Ew. This is not the stuff you find in romance land.
The show is Breaking Bad. I got sucked in because someone told me I looked like a character on the show (the general consensus is that I do not look like her and that’s fine). But gosh, now I’m totally addicted to the show.
First, I have to give the cast and writers props: the acting and writing are superb. Off the charts, Emmy-winning great. Right…and that, children, is how they get you addicted.
At first, it seemed like a great character study. There aren’t very many heroic characters on this show. Yet, I found myself pulling for the high school chemistry teacher who starts making and selling meth with one of his former students. Nice guy, huh? A parent and law-abiding citizen’s worst nightmare.
But come on, Walt has cancer and shockingly poor health insurance. If he doesn’t do the expensive treatment he’ll die and leave his pregnant wife and their special needs teenager with debt that’s already caused him to take a second job just to make ends meet. If he gets the treatment he needs, treatment that might – MIGHT – save his life he will be hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. What if he dies after getting this treatment? He will leave his poor pregnant wife and their special needs teenager saddled with crushing debt. So what option does he have but to make and sell meth? See? See?? You feel his pain don’t you?
He’s a drug dealer, people! How can we love him?
Well, I don’t. Not anymore. I want Walter White and all the miscreants that have wormed their way into his once normal life to go away. Or at least I think I do. After the finale on Sunday. But with all the loose threads dangling, I can’t even fathom how they’re going to wrap up five seasons of BAD in one last episode. The show has made so many unexpected twists and turns that – much like this blog, where I can’t remember if I’m talking about TV shows you hate to love or paradoxical characters — one minute you hate it and the next it takes such a turn you say, “What? Oh, good grief, I have to watch next week to find out what happens. Unless you’re like the Norwegian, who after watching twenty minutes of one episode, got up and left the room uttering, “I hope they all die.”
Breaking Bad? TMZ? Bridezilla? The Jersey Shore? Real Housewives? What’s your TV drug? What are you compelled to watch that horrifies you?