We are in the Empire business
By Pepe Escobar
Never
underestimate American soft power.
What
if the US government actually shut down to mourn the passing of Breaking
Bad, arguably the most astonishing show in the history of television? It
would be nothing short of poetic justice - as Breaking Bad is infinitely
more pertinent for the American psyche than predictable cheap shots at Capitol
Hill.
Walter
White, aka Heisenberg, may have become the ultimate, larger than life hero of
the Google/YouTube/Facebook era. In an arc of tragedy spanning five seasons, Breaking
Bad essentially chronicled what it takes for a man to accept who he
really is, while in the process ending up paying the unbearable price of losing
everything he holds dear and what is assumed to be his ultimate treasure; the
love of his wife and son.
Along
the way, Breaking Bad was also an entomologist study on
American turbo-capitalism - with the 1% haves depicted as either cheats or
gangsters and the almost-haves or have-nots barely surviving, as in public
school teachers degraded to second-class citizen status.
Walter White was dying of cancer at the
beginning of Breaking Bad, in 2008. Progressively, he gets rid of
Mr Hyde - a placid chemistry teacher - for the benefit of Dr Jekyll -
undisputed crystal meth kingpin Heinsenberg. It's not a Faustian pact. It's a
descent into the dark night of his own soul. And in the end he even
"wins", under his own terms, burning out with a beatific smile.
His
secret is that it was never only about the transgressive high of producing the
purest crystal meth. It was about the ultimate Outsider act, as in a Dostoevsky
or Camus novel; a man confronting his fears, crossing the threshold, taking
full control of his life, and finally facing the consequences, with no turning
back.
And
then, as in all things Breaking Bad, the music told a crucial part
of the story. In this case, no less than the closing with Badfinger's My Baby Blue,
the bleakest of love songs:
Guess I got what I deserve Kept you waiting there, too long my love All that time, without a word Didn't know you'd think, that I'd forget, or I'd regret The special love I have for you/ My baby blue
So
- as Walter White finally admits, fittingly, in the last episode - he did it
all, Sinatra's My Way, not for the sake of his family, but for him.
And here we have the purest crystal meth as a reflection of this purest
revelation in this purest of TV shows, blessed with unmatched writing (you can
almost palpably feel the exhilaration in the writers' room), direction,
sterling cast, outstanding cinematography quoting everything from Scarface to Taxi
Driver via The Godfather, meticulous character development and
gobsmacking plot twists.