I'm always late to pop culture stuff, especially TV, for no good reason that I can discern. Maybe just to be contrary. I've yet to see an episode of Mad Men, for example. Mad Men? Feh. I'll tune in one day maybe for the mid-century furnishings.
So far I've missed all of Louis, as well. I've read that hardened big city culture critics have been reduced to weepy bowls of Jell-O by this season's run. And still I'm all, "Meh."
Until a couple nights ago, that was true for Breaking Bad, too. But we got this new TV that has built in WiFi, and my wife has been piggy-backing her brother's Netflix account, and he said we should watch Breaking Bad because it really is as good as everyone says.
But she had the remote and after a second of futzing to get the stream started, there's the dad from Malcolm in the Middle in a gas mask and skivvies behind the wheel of a mangy Winnebago careening down a dusty desert road... and, well, you've all seen it.
We caught episode 2 last night. All I can say so far is that show is so well put together, so intense, so true to its premises and its characters, and really, to the world at large as I understand it despite how outlandish and unlikely Breaking Bad is, that it has given me nightmares two nights running. Work fills my imagination like that occasionally, when deadlines are fast approaching. Video games can do that. Novels have. TV? Never. I'm scared to watch the next episode and I'm scared that I won't.
Or maybe it's just the heat and the lack of air conditioning.
What's keeping you up late at night?