Bad Breaking Bad

Plottie had two episodes left to watch of "Breaking Bad," but that first one, which would be Episode Twelve, Season Two, has got to be the saddest, most heartbreaking piece of episodic TV that he has ever seen. Criminy, how low can these people go?

(Calm yourself, Plotnik, these are actors. None of this stuff really happened. She was not dribbling vomit, it was probably soap bubbles. Get a grip.)

The scene in the previous episode, where they glorify the buzz of heroin, had already put Plotnik on the edge about this show. Not that you're supposed to lie, not that you shouldn't tell the truth about whatever it is you're writing about (in this case the drug trade and the thin line between right and wrong), it's just that Plotnik doesn't really need to see it. He knows about it, thanks.

Hitler made the trains run on time. Right, he knows about that too.

But he'll probably keep watching, just to see if it's truly possible that a show can have only one person who Plotnik likes, and that's the lawyer. Plotnik must be hooked too.