It’s in the eyes, I think.
Listen, I understand that I’m probably in the minority here. I’m not exactly picking on the most heinous or deserving character in Breaking Bad.
Walt Jr. is the worst! I mean, I know his dad is a murderous, lying, dangerous drug kingpin who is dying of cancer and constantly putting his family at risk because of his own selfish reasons, but Walt Jr. does nothing but whine and worry about what he’s eating for breakfast. Sorry, FLYNN (ugh!), but Mom and Dad have bigger things on their plate than your cereal requests.
I also don’t like the fact that he looks like the sad version of the Claymation Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
•The entire episode is about the adventures of Badger and Skinny Pete. Nothing else is resolved.
•Walt comes back and unleashes hell on Gretchen and Elliot Schwartz (if those two don’t bite it, I’m heading to Albuquerque tomorrow to take out Gray Matter Technologies and jack Gretchen’s Bentley), kills Lydia with some of the ricin, and then takes out Uncle Jack and the Nazis, but spares Todd in exchange for Jesse.
•Jesse immediately kills Todd.
•Jesse gets ready to kill Walt, but Walt pleads for his life and promises to turn himself in if Jesse gives the rest of the money to Skyler and Flynn. Jesse agrees and takes Walt to the police station but doses Walt with the rest of the ricin before Walt is booked.
•Walt dies in jail.
•Jesse gives the money to Skyler, Flynn, and Marie, and makes a new life for himself (and gets away with killing Walt since Walt was already sick and nobody suspected the ricin).
•8 million articles are posted on the internet the following week about whether the Breaking Bad finale was satisfying, what it really meant, and deconstructing every little aspect of the series.
NO! In fact, I think it shows my advanced thinking. The fact that Walt Jr. is disabled has nothing to do with his character being the worst thing to happen since 9/11 and me hating him. If I hesitated and gave him a special pass simply because he has cerebral palsy, it would be akin to treating him as if he were inferior.
By despising Walt Jr. with the same passion as I would despise an able-bodied person who happened to be the worst person in the world, I think I prove that I never judge people by what they can or cannot do physically; I judge them by their general level of douchebaggery.
I may hate Walter Jr., but it has nothing to do with his cerebral palsy and everything to do with the character being supremely unlikable and the fact that his stupid face is shaped like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’s face.
In fact, I dare say that my brave decision to hate Breaking Bad’s Walt Jr. as equally as I would hate any able-bodied character who might be just as annoying breaks down some real barriers. In short, my hatred is empowering and really should be celebrated as such.
I’m finally catching up on Season 5 of Breaking Bad. I’ve previously mentioned my almost irrational hatred of Walter Jr., but it really isn’t irrational because in this season he’s just a whiny spoiled brat. The character is what — 17 at this point in the show? And you can tell that he’s the type of kid who still believes in Santa, even though he’s about to graduate high school.
This is how much I hate Walter Jr. — I am a 33-year-old man who is relatively smart enough to understand how television and storytelling works, knows that I’m not missing anything major as I watch each episode, and recognizes that I certainly can’t affect what I’m watching. Yet, despite that, after every scene that Walter Jr. is in, I actually rewind it to make sure that I didn’t miss an accident that resulted in Walt Jr.’s grisly death, preferably while he’s eating breakfast (which he does in roughly 182% of the scenes he appears in). I know it doesn’t happen, I realize it likely will never happen, and, still, I hate the character so much that I actively hope that rewatching his scenes magically lead to the character being killed.
If AMC decided to market a life-sized Walter White Jr. mannequin or wax museum figure, I’d sell all of my books just so that I could buy it and then kick it over. I may need therapy if the series ends with the kid living happily and safely.
I’m almost finished with Season 4 of Breaking Bad after a marathon session of watching it over the past few days beginning with Episode 1 of Season 1 last week. I’m still loving it. I don’t understand why I always wait so long to watch things that people tell me I NEED to watch. I guess peer pressure doesn’t work on me. Everyone told me that I needed to watch The Wire, but I put it off until January or February of last year. Everyone told me that I needed to watch Mad Men, and I finally started doing so right around Christmas 2011. Everyone told me that I needed to watch Deadwood — years ago — and I finally caught it over the summer, only six years after the final episode aired. It’s not that I don’t trust everyone else’s taste; I’m just a world-class procrastinator. I’m trying to be better right now by keeping up with Louie and Boardwalk Empire, but I also prefer waiting until the season ends so I can watch all of the season’s episodes at my own pace.
Anyway, Breaking Bad is as good as everyone said it would be, as good as I had expected, and Bryan Cranston is awesome. As I mentioned earlier, though, Walter White Jr. continues to annoy me. Someone earlier said that I should just wait until his entitled ass mentioned how he should be able to get a car for his birthday if Walt Sr. had really come upon some money through “gambling winnings”. Well, I got to that point and it definitely irritated me. At this point, my hatred for Walt Jr. is almost irrationally intense. Every time he comes on the screen, I find myself saying “Ugh” out loud. When Walt Jr. asked about the car at the dinner table, I wish Walt Sr. had said, “Oh, sure, let’s forget about the fact that I’m dying of cancer and your uncle is fucking paralyzed from the waist down and get you a car so you can put your right foot on the gas pedal and your left foot on the brake pedal at the same time you whiny little punk.”
I don’t know if the character is written to be whiny and to act like an 8-year-old, or if that’s just how the actor comes across. Either way I’m bothered.
Like I said, my Walt Jr. (or should I call you “Flynn”, you whiny little dork?) hatred is becoming irrational. I dislike him so much that I will actually sometimes pause the DVD after one of his scenes and rewind it immediately so that I can get even more angry with him. Anyway, if you’re like me and waited forever to watch Breaking Bad, or decided not to see it because so many people suggested it to you that it got annoying (which is what I did with Mad Men for far too long), just get over it and watch it already.
Oh, one last thing about stupid Walt Jr. The last couple of episodes I’ve been wondering who it is that Walt Jr. looks like. There is just a familiar look to him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, so I was thinking hard about it. Now, it’s not an exact resemblance, of course, but maybe it’s the eyes or the whiny act, but something about Walt Jr. reminds me of this classic character:
So, I finally started watching Breaking Bad last week and am just now starting Season 4. It is, of course, as good as everyone said it would be and I absolutely love it. It is awesome in so many ways.
I do have one question, though. The show is filled with all of these terribly flawed characters and most of them are pretty unlikable when you get past how entertaining they are. Does it reflect badly on me that out of all of these morally bankrupt, generally crappy human beings the one I REALLY dislike the most is Walt Jr.? I mean, the show is filled with murderers and drug dealers and addicts and thieves and adulterers, so does it make me a dick that my least-favorite person is a disabled teenager? It’s not just me, is it? The kid is a whiny little pussy, right? Because I don’t think I’m that much of a sociopath.