Breaking bad finally bid “Felina”. The final episode was so straightforward, everything you wish for was laid down in a definitive end.
For one, AMC killed of its anti-hero, Walter White. It’s a fitting end for Mr. White. Not because he’s doomed to die because of his cancer. But because, it goes to show, crimedoes not pay. However, before he goes dead, he set out somehow what it looks like a mathematical killing-spree precision. Starting off with Elliot and Gretchen -I thought that even if Mr. White wouldn’t kill both, he’d set out a punishment for the two that viewers wouldn’t forget. But, then, the fear that were felt by the two by White’s almost sheer intimidation -that was a sweet revenge for Walter.
And, the ricin resurface finally -”Well, goodbye Lydia”, says Walter. Sweet! Even the machine gun that was tucked inside his hood was cleverly put to good use. Mowing down the Aryan Brotherhood gang before finally pulling a trigger to Jack.
As for Jesse, as much as he wanted to kill Mr. White, he did knew for a fact Mr. White had saved him, taking a bullet for him. Was it a loving nod that the two had exchanged before Jesse exits the scene?
And, what could have been a journey for Walter for making up for Skyler. It was most touching. Finally, he admitted to her that what he had done was for himself, “I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And I was really, I was alive.”
Yeah, the brilliant chemist, the teacher who had been inflicted with cancer. Knowing everything went breaking bad, he makes it more bad by cooking meth and making himself a criminal mastermind..
In the end, something had to happen appropriately – Walter White “…got what he deserved.”