
For last week’s episode, “Mas,” I said that, “I think it’s safe to say this was the episode we’ve been waiting for since the premiere, No Mas.”
Well, that’s only because I hadn’t been privy to the wonders that were this episode, “Sunset.” This episode was near, if not completely, perfect from start to end. We got to see Walt advance professionally, Hank get pwned, and then Walt and Jesse back together, which, let’s face it, is where they belong, dammit.
Walt scoping out his model apartment was an interesting fusion of characters. That man had the confidence of Heisenberg, but the affability of Walt. HeisenWalt. Waltsenberg. I don’t know. The name still needs work, but the fact is, watching him simply state that he was going to take the model home, furnishings and all, because, “What in this world isn’t negotiable?” is a damn good point to a man who has the money and drive that Walt has right now. Watching him get ready for his first day of “work” made perfect sense. This is Walt’s job now. He’s a professional. And professionals dress the part and bring their own sack lunch with their name on it to work.
After he got to the lab, and we heard, “Mr. White?” I’ll be honest. I didn’t recognize the voice, and internally, I groaned, because a new character is not what I want on this show right now. But, c’mon, how can you NOT love Gale? Sure, he’s probably just there to learn Walt’s formula for after the cancer returns to do in Walt, but he’s a nerdy libertarian who makes the best damn coffee on the face of the Earth. I, for one, welcome our new character to the show. May he be around for a while. Watching Gale and Walt work together is simply amazing. Gale is the anti-Jesse. He’s smart, properly qualified and most importantly, not a fuck up. This is important. Gale gives Walt the ego boost he wants, which is someone to admire and appreciate the chemistry that Walt does. And while Gale fully admits why he’s making the meth, the coffee gives us a slip into Walt’s mind. He says it’s all about the chemistry and not the drugs, but that World’s Best Coffee is all about chemistry, but they made only a passing reference to actually going legit (more like a passing reference to why weren’t they going legit).
After a successful first day, Walt goes home to kick back and read some poetry. Everything’s going well until he gets a call from his DEA brother-in-law, the awesome Hank. He’s seen two of Jesse’s cohorts leave his newly-purchased lavish abode (I have a joke prediction about Badger that I’ll just keep to myself for right now, just in case it comes true). Watching Hank just matter-of-factly ask Walt about Jesse’s RV, and watching the cool, calm and collected shit-eating-grin-wearing Heisenberg instantly revert back to the scared and impulsive Walt was marvelous. Truly, Bryan Cranston earns every penny he gets on this show.
After Walt runs to the RV to destroy it, and after the inevitable chain of events brings Jesse (and Hank) right to the domicile, this is where the show picks up and shines. As much as I loved the lab scene, the RV sequence just knocked it the ever living hell right out of the park. Someone much smarter could probably write down how much I loved this entire bit, but since I’m obviously not them, I’m just going to go with, “This was completely, unadulterated awesomeness.” And my spell check tells me “awesomeness” is actually a word, so don’t bother bringing that up, tool.
Hank crept up on the RV like a lion in the wild. He was a predator. He found his prey. It was immobile and wounded. It was not going anywhere. He tested the windows. Then the door. Walt and Jesse are collectively shitting bricks inside. At this point, I’m tense. I’m on the edge of my seat. It’s then that I’m suddenly angry at the rest of TV currently being broadcast for not having the talent to make me feel like this every single week, episode by episode. Even though it’s not set to air it’s 5th season until September, I’m going to break the ice by saying that other than Breaking Bad and LOST, Dexter is my other favorite show. I love the shit out of that program. And I haven’t been tense like “Sunset” made me since watching Dexter Season 2, where he was attempting to thwart the FBI week in and week out.
Walt trying to keep the RV’s door closed when Hank was going at it with the tire iron was maddening. As much as I like to try and keep a cool head during the shows I watch, I was, for all intents and purposes, biting my nails saying, “Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod Omigod.” And then the impound lot owner came out, and by then I’d managed to completely ignore that Larry Hankin played Kramer on the show-in-a-show of Seinfeld. He comes out and starts spouting off “4th Amendment this” and “domicile that.” I was quickly concerned that he was going to turn out to be some sort of legal prodigy. The sort of thing that, had his life gone differently he’d be a Supreme Court justice. But, thankfully, no, he’s just a really shady junkyard owner that knows the law, as it applies to him, inside and out, because he’s needed it before. He stymies Hank. And then Walt tells Jesse various other legalese-related things to shout off again.
So Hank goes to call in the warrant, which had me curious, because I knew he wasn’t going to leave. I was interested to see just what Walt was hoping this would do, because he’s just now guaranteed that backup is coming. So we have Walt left stranded in the RV. Jesse is looking at him for a solution once again, but this time, science won’t save them. This time it’s going to take ingenuity, brains and a set of wrecking-ball-sized brass balls. He picked up that phone, and at first, I thought he was going to call Hank. Tell him something, anything, to get him to get the hell away. He got locked out at his apartment. He needed help with something that couldn’t wait. Then he dialed, and it wasn’t Hank. I thought it was Saul, but then figured that was too obvious. I was worried he was calling Gus, because that would be just too damn humiliating.
“Better call Saul!”
What follows is an absolute arrow to the heart of a man. Not some metrosexualized, modern man. A loud, obnoxious, DE-freaking-A agent. His wife has been hurt. Even with his white whale right in front of him, Hank bolts to the hospital without thinking twice. This is a cold, cold thing to do to a man. And Dean Norris played this perfectly. As I don’t know much about acting, I’m just assuming this: I think anger is probably a very, very hard emotion to portray. A lot of people have two modes, which are “fine” and “murder-ragingly furious.” Norris did a damn fine job of getting this across. He wasn’t out of control once he figured out he’d been had. But on the inside, that is a dark, dark place right now. Obviously, the show is called “Breaking Bad.” We saw Walt do it in the pilot, Skyler did it in “I.F.T.” and I figure Hank’s just about there.
For me, the RV scene was a true mystery. I had no, repeat, NO idea where they were going with this. For me, literally, anything could’ve happened. My expectations and emotions were like putty in the show’s hands, which is exactly where I know they want me to be. And when I’m watching TV, serious TV, this is exactly where I want to be.
As I stated above, it really, really ticks me off that TV as a whole doesn’t do this to me every time I turn on a fictional show. These people are supposed to be the most talented, inventive and creative in the industry. Yet the highest quality shows aren’t on the broadcast channels. They’re on cable or premium cable. As long as they keep coming, I don’t care where they are, just as long as I have them. That is the reason you will never, ever, and I mean fucking EVER, see a post titled thusly: REVIEW: CSI: Miami.