I think I had more faith in Walt’s meltdown than you,
Chip. In the last few episodes,
we’ve seen Walt under tremendous pressure. Despite his financial success, he’s lost everything else he
holds dear. His life is out of
control – whether he has everything, or nothing, is up to someone else. Skyler, “Flynn,” Hank, Gus, Tuco’s
pissed off cousins – they hold his future in their hands. Even the eyeball is
serving up its indictment of him.
Driving alone out in the desert, alone at last and enjoying a song from what had to have been a simpler time in his life, Walt encounters
the very symbol of authority, a uniformed officer who pulls him over for his
cracked windshield. He tells the
officer, none too gracefully, that the windshield was broken when hellfire
rained down on his house from the midair collision and he hasn’t had a chance
to have it repaired yet. There
were body parts in his yard, for the love of all that’s holy! Surely he doesn’t deserve a ticket for
this!
Walt’s meltdown was the perfect embodiment of his
frustration with his life. Unlike what we saw in the season premiere, I didn’t see an ounce of guilt in this scene. Just
as Walt finds himself lately in every other situation, the officer has total
authority over him. Walt’s losing his religion!
He’s not liking the fact that karma is treating him as Walter White when
he’s clearly served notice to the world that he will henceforth be known, and
treated, as Heisenberg. The man is
a major “drug manufacturer,” with a thriving hobby as a mass murderer. Does he deserve no respect at all? Is he a horse with no name? Ah,
but our man in uniform gives Walt a good roughing up as he loads him into the
car, just to drive the point home that whoever he really is, Walt’s not in control right now.
And that is why I loved Walt’s meltdown.
Peace, Holly
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