What’s your favorite Kimmy Schmidt moment from the entire series?
What’s your favorite Kimmy Schmidt moment from the entire series?
Hey 3.5 readers. Very sad news as I’m reading that at least 19 are dead after a bombing at an Ariana Grande concert in England.
Sad news. Sad news indeed. This is not the same world I grew up in.
Hey 3.5 readers.
So on The Big Bang Theory, scientist Sheldon Cooper has often referred to his difficult upbringing in rural Texas, raised by a family that did not understand or particularly care for his brilliance.
CBS, in keeping with Hollywood’s trend of never being original, has devised a Big Bang spinoff, Young Sheldon, chronicling the life and times of Sheldon as a ten year old high school student in the late 1980s.
Gotta admit, the idea sounded terrible to me until I saw the trailer. Then I found it really moving. So perhaps, on occasion, a spinoff has the potential to be great.
For example, in the trailer above, Young Sheldon becomes a boy narc, ratting on every student he sees for trivial rule violations. To Sheldon, this seems only logical. People do something wrong, they should be called out on it.
However, Sheldon’s dad explains that he was once a football coach, and he saw some inappropriate activity and reported it. Was he applauded? No. He was fired.
Thus, Sheldon learns a valuable lesson – that his father isn’t the failure that he thought he was and also, there’s logic and then there’s social etiquette. Bottomline – pick your battles. Suck up and look the other way on the petty stuff so that you’ll be prepared when the time comes where you really have to report a serious wrong.
Looks great. I’m a little iffy on whether or not it will have any long lasting staying power, but it’s worth a try.
Norm. Normy. The Normster.
He was a staple of 1990s SNL. A former Weekend Update anchor, he developed a following based largely on his incredibly dry, deadpan delivery.
Half the time, what Norm has to say might not even be all that funny coming out of the mouth of a regular person but when Norm says it in his sardonic monotone, it’s comedy gold.
When I was growing up, there was a divergence of opinion vis a vis Norm, or at least there was one amongst the people I knew. Some, like me, found his droll wit hysterical. Others didn’t get him at all.
The people who didn’t get him tended to be squares. Coincidence? I think not.
Norm has always struck me as a comedian that a lot of people probably told him to not get into show biz. He’s not flashy. He’s not stylish. He’s not a hunk that all the ladies want to be with.
In his early days, he tried his hand at movies. “Dirty Work” is a cult classic and depending on who you ask, they’ll tell you it’s garbage or hysterical. I fall into the latter camp, but I also know someone who actually walked out of the theater twenty minutes into the movie. There just doesn’t seem to be a happy medium with the Normster. People either love him or hate him. Personally, I love the guy.
No, he never became the “It” guy that Hollywood would tap for box office gold. Far from it. Even so, he often shined as supporting characters in comedy films. Despite it all, he found a following and a long career thanks to a fan base of nerds who got him.
The man’s an inspiration to every nerd who ever tried his hand at comedy, wasn’t universally loved by anyone, but essentially said, “Eh, screw it. I’m here now. What else am I going to do?”
No, the man’s not a show horse. He’s a work horse. But hey, let’s face it. That horse pulling a cart is a lot more respectable than that pretty horse that just shows up to get his picture taken for the cover of “Horse Magazine.”
In many ways, I think if I were ever to become a stand-up comedian, I’d be a lot like Norm. “Hey everyone, here are my jokes, let me muddle through here and you’ll find the most comedy in my delivery, so let’s get this over with.”
And it was never lost on me that the best impressions he ever did were of people who had similar dry, “This is me, take it or leave it” personalities. Burt Reynolds. 1996 Presidential candidate Bob Dole. Larry King. Yikes. Blast from the past there. I know my high school buddies and I would walk around doing Norm’s Larry King impression, based on Larry’s USA Today column where he made incredibly obvious statements – “You know gang, when it comes to rape, I’m against it!”
Love is the name of the game with this comedy special, now available on Netflix. Ironic, because Norm never struck me as the sentimental type. But, as he points out, dogs are better than humans when it comes to love. They love their owners unconditionally, no matter what. Even Hitler had a dog that loved him.
It’s a little tough to see Norm has gotten older. It feels like it was just yesterday I was a teenager trying to explain to some stuck up girl why Norm MacDonald was funny.
Long story short. She didn’t get him…and I didn’t get any.
:::Pulls out my Norm MacDonald style mini-tape recorder::: “Note to self. Learn how to pick battles.”
Hey 3.5 readers.
So I had a crazy dream last night. Here’s how it all went down.
I dreamed there was a TV show where Tom Hanks was a billionaire. Then there’s this woman who has been down on her luck a long time. She’s gone to job interview after job interview and no one will hire her.
Finally, she somehow talks Tom Hanks into hiring her to run a start up Internet company. Tom buys an old historic mansion with lots of charm to serve as the startup company’s headquarters.
The problem is that this woman knows absolutely nothing about the Internet or technology or anything. She wonders if she’s in too deep but doesn’t say anything because she is dirt broke and needs the money.
But the problem is she doesn’t know what to do with herself while she’s at work because it’s not like she knows how to do anything, so she just starts having sex with her coworkers all day.
Meanwhile, her coworkers know about the Internet and technology and stuff but since their dumb, incompetent boss isn’t really making them do anything, they all start having sex with each other all day.
So it sort of descends into this dirty, cable dramatic sitcom where Tom Hanks is paying all these people to launch an Internet business for him but instead, they’re just all having sex in this fabulous mansion all day.
Occasionally, Tom will stop by the mansion and be all like, “Hey, how’s my new business doing?”
And all the sex perverts will be all like, “Yeah Tom, it’s all going great!”
Then he leaves and they all go back to having sex.
I didn’t dream far enough but I assume that either all these sex perverts eventually get caught by Tom when they fail at the business or maybe, by some miracle, they stumble into actually starting a great Internet business by accident, somewhere during the breaks between sex escapades.
By the way, in my dream, I was watching this show. Like I was watching it all happen and my mind kept switching from its real to its a show.
And you know what? It’s about as good as anything else that’s on TV so I’m just going to put this one out there. If anyone wants to put this on television just drop me a comment and I’ll tell you how to back the Brinks truck up to BQB HQ for my TV development fee.
Have you ever had a crazy dream, 3.5 readers? Discuss in the comments.
Happy Mother’s Day, 3.5 readers.
Why are you reading this sad little blog for? Why aren’t you out there, honoring the woman who squeezed you out of her cooter with a nice Mother’s Day brunch?
Sheesh. I have to tell you people how to do everything.
Anyway, in honor of this fine day, I present to you, from BQB HQ in Fabulous East Randomtown, the Top Ten TV Mothers of All Time:
#10 – June Cleaver (Barbara Billingsley) – Leave it to Beaver
TV scholars may be able to tell me if there was a more prominent TV mother before June, but I do believe June was one of the first and so, she essentially started it all. Ward always got his paper after work. Beaver and Wally always got dinner. June made it all happen, even while putting up with tomfoolery from Wally’s friend, Eddie Haskell.
#9 – Ruth Martin (June Lockhart) – Lassie
Mothers are often caused a great deal of heartache by their children, and I don’t think there was another mother that was cause as much anguish as Ruth was caused by that little dumbass Timmy.
Most 1950s kids were able to play outside without getting into too much trouble, whereas Timmy couldn’t walk five feet without falling down a well, falling off a cliff, getting attacked by some woodland creature, getting kidnapped by bandits or what have you.
Luckily, Ruth was always able to depend on trusty family collie dog Lassie to save the day and frankly, Timmy should have gotten Lassie a mother’s day card as she was like his furry assistant mother.
But seriously. It must have sucked for Ruth. The woman wasn’t able to put her feet up for five minutes without Lassie coming into the room to woof some troubling news about her soon to her.
LASSIE: Woof, woof!
RUTH: Lassie, what is it girl?
RUTH: Timmy fell down a well?
LASSIE: Woof, woof!
RUTH: And was kidnapped by bandits?
RUTH: And he was attacked by a mountain lion?
RUTH: Holy shitballs. You know what? Fuck this. I’m just going to chain Timmy up in the front yard from now on and give you his room, Lassie.
#8 – Claire Huxtable – Phylicia Rashad – The Cosby Show
OK, 3.5 readers. Let’s just address the elephant in the room.
Did Bill Cosby apparently, allegedly, whatever legal modifier you want to add here, did he apparently drug a bunch of women for the purposes of doing the freaky deaky with them without their consent?
:::shakes my magic 8 ball::: “All signs point to yes.”
But you know who didn’t do any of that? Phylicia Rashad. On a groundbreaking, hilariously funny, ahead of its time TV show that little 1980s kids like me watched every Sunday, Clair Huxtable was the working mom who had it all. Somehow, she balanced her schedule well, allowing her to try big important New York cases by day and still raise her band of adorable cherubs by night.
Plus, she took no guff from Cliff. There was a clear, deep, meaningful love between Clair and Cliff and they portrayed the struggles that many parents were able to relate to – i.e., balancing the love they had for their children while holding back the temptation to slap them silly whenever they did something stupid and oh lord, how the Cosby children did many stupid things.
Theo always wanted to drop out of school. Rudy was always picking on Bud. Vanessa was always narcing on everyone. Denise was boy crazy. Sondra took her parents’ money to go to law school, then quit lawyering to open up a camping store with her dopey husband Alvin.
Such is the life of a parent. Your kids disappoint you constantly, but you must love them anyway. Clair gave swift verbal kicks to the behind to her children and husband early and often, never mean but always with firm, fairness and love.
Drop that hoagie, Cliff. Too much salt.
#7 – Marge Simpson (Julie Kavner) – The Simpsons
Poor Marge. She was so studious in the 1960s, as well as the 1990s as the show has rebooted the “How Marge and Homer Fell in Love Story” at least a couple of times now.
She wanted to do great things with her life but alas, one romp between the sheets with dumbass Homer left her raising a spikey haired demon boy and donut chomping moron for the rest of her life.
Even worse, she’s been waiting forever for a reprieve to come her way in the form of her kids growing up and moving out of the house but surprisingly, Maggie has been a baby, Bart has been 10 and Lisa 8 for almost 30 years now!
Marge, you may want to take your kids to see Dr. Hibbert. They may have stunted growth from second hand donut crumbs.
Bonus points to Marge for being able to maintain such a tall, stylish blue beehive while having to deal with so much mischief.
#6 – Peggy Bundy – (Katey Sagal) – Married with Children
Don’t get me wrong, 3.5 readers. The women’s rights movement, was overall, a great thing that improved the lives of many a woman.
But…there was a loophole, one that by the time the 1980s rolled around, some (note that I said ‘some’ and not ‘a lot of’) savvy women like Peggy Bundy were exploiting the ever loving crap of.
Women had choices. If they wanted to, they could still choose to stay at home and raise a family and take care of the house. Or, if they wanted to, they could go out into the world, trailblaze their way into a career, and become empowered as they bring home the bacon.
Peggy Bundy did neither. She split the difference by staying home and doing nothing…literally, absolutely, positively…nothing.
The days when it was considered appropriate to complain to your stay at home wife that the house was a mess and there was no dinner on the table were gone.
Al Bundy (Ed O’Neill) found himself at a new stage in human history, namely, the one where the husband is just expected by everyone to suffer while his loophole exploiting wife (and again, I’m not saying every or even many women do this) doesn’t bring any money into the household so he has to work more but also doesn’t lift a finger to help out, so he still has to wash his own clothes, do his own dishes, cook his own food, etc.
Men unfortunate enough to find themselves with a wife like Peggy are expected to suffer in silence. Can’t complain that she’s not making money because it’s her choice. Can’t complain that she didn’t clean up the house because damn it, don’t you know women are more than homemakers now?
Al, of course, was never one to suffer in silence. While Peggy sat at home and watched TV and ate bon bons all day in the same red beehive hairdo and leopard print outfit, he’d slave away all day at the shoe store, taking all manner of abuse from overweight women who hated his guts because he wasn’t able to help them find a shoe to their liking.
Al would complain vociferously that Peg would never cook or clean or do anything for him but the days of the 1950s where people gave a shit about the plight of the starving, dirty shirt wearing man were over.
Yes, there are plenty of women who choose to stay at home and they do a bang up job of making sure their husbands and kids always have something to eat and clean clothes to wear.
Yes, there are plenty of women who go to work and bring up fat stacks of cash so their families can buy all the stuff they want.
Yes, there are even plenty of women who go to work, make those fat stacks of cash, and still go that extra mile to keep the household running like clockwork.
But, there’s also a slim minority of women who manage to game the system. Women like the Pegster, who just get their money by stealing their husband’s wallets (Al always had to hand onto his for dear life) and then allow their homes to fester into stinking piles of crap while they watch television, grow their beehives out and complain about their husbands, i.e. the only people who are doing anything to help anyone in the family.
You almost have to applaud Peggy for being smart enough to figure out how to game the system.
#5 – Roseanne (Roseanne Barr) – Roseanne
Yes, the 1980s brought us shows that broke the “perfect family” convention. Married with Children was one such show and Roseanne was another.
Roseanne Connor definitely took the June Cleaver mold and broke it, then threw the pieces into the trash can.
Like many families, hers was dirt poor. Husband Dan (John Goodman) was always out of work or underemployed. He tried his best but work was hard to come by and didn’t pay much when he found it. She supplemented the family’s income by waitressing, working at a factory run by a young George Clooney with black hair and doing all sorts of minimum wage slave jobs.
She did not do it with a smile on her face and she did not suffer fools lightly. Whether at work or at home, she took no crap from anyone. On a regular basis, she told bosses, kids, husband and wacky sister Jackie where to stick their problems – right up their butts, because she was too busy and exhausted to baby them.
Sure, she always found time to bail everyone out of a jam but those who crossed her met with her wrath.
It was a show people could relate to. People were poor. They had jobs and home life responsibilities. They were tired. No one had the time anymore to gussy themselves up like June Cleaver. Mom didn’t just have to work to be empowered. She had to work just to keep the family from going under. No one had time to June Cleaver anything.
#4 – Elyse Keaton (Meredith Baxter Birney) – Family Ties
Ahh, the 1980s. The Reagan Era. The time when the stock market was booming, businesses were exploding with profits and there was a new renaissance of commercial expansionism. Simply put, the country was raking in dough hand over fist. Yuppies (young urban professionals) were everywhere and the country lived by Gordon Gecko’s Wall Street mantra, “Greed is good.”
It was a tough time for ex-1960s flower children like Steven (Michael Gross) and Elyse Keaton. They were parents now, so they had to put away their tie dye shirts and protest signs and actually get jobs to make money for their families, i.e. they had to “work for the man,” something they swore they’d never do at Woodstock.
Even worse, they had to watch their kids, Alex (Michael J. Fox) and Mallory (Justine Batemen) become capitalist, commercialist little shits.
While Steven and Elyse had spent their youths fighting the power and standing up to the man, their kids had become total squares. Alex was a money obsessed Reaganite who was counting down the days until he could leave and run off to Wall Street. Meanwhile, while Mallory wasn’t smart enough to care about Wall Street, she was a greedy consumer, a mall, boy, shopping obsessed teenage girl who could care less about the latest cause because she was too busy finding the best outfit.
Yup. That was the 1980s, where the kids had become lamer than their parents.
Somehow, Elyse kept the family going. She was an architect who designed buildings by day and took care of her family by night. You can take the girl out of Woodstock but you can’t take the Woodstock out of the girl.
#3 – Kitty Forman (Debra Jo Rupp) – That ’70s Show
Poor Kitty. It was the 1970s and she had to deal with perpetually angry husband Red (Kurtwood Smith) always threatening to put his foot up the ass of their wayward son, Eric (Topher Grace). On top of that, she worked as a nurse where patients she’d gotten attached to would die all the time. Did I mention that daughter Laurie (Lisa Robin Kelly) was a big time ho bag with a penchant for allowing herself to be used by unscrupulous older men?
Oh, and there was always, literally always a plethora of kids in her basement aka Eric’s friends whose parents weren’t up to snuff so she had to mother all of them as well.
Yet somehow, Kitty put up with all of this with a smile on her face…literally a big, bright beaming smile and a nervous laugh whenever things got out of hand. She was a “smile when your heart is aching” kind of gal but once in a blue moon she would lose her cool and explode all over whoever was causing trouble, often to hilarious results.
#2 – Carol Brady (Florence Henderson) – The Brady Bunch
Carol Brady. She was the mom of the type of family that “the Man” didn’t want to admit existed – mixed, blended families where Moms and Dads got together and brought their children from previous marriages with them.
Society didn’t approve. Apparently, women who were divorced or widower men who had lost their wives were just supposed to sit around and be depressed all day and never find love again. But Mike and Carol defied convention and made TV history in the process when they got together and formed the Brady Bunch.
Carol ran the family like a boss. Hell, she even subcontracted her motherly duties to housekeeper Alice because those were the days when it was considered socially acceptable to hire a random old lady to clean your house and parent your kids for you, pay her a salary that was the rough equivalent of the leftover pocket change in your couch cushions so you could spend your time on more important things like finding stylish 1960s lady pantsuits with bell bottom cuffs.
Yup. Carol was the woman that every 1960s kid wanted as their mother, even though she got Alice to do all the mothering for her. Ain’t no one got time for that shit.
#1 – Shaft (Richard Roundtree) – Shaft
Oh, what? A man can’t be a mother? You simple minded bumpkins need to shape up and get woke.
No, Shaft didn’t have time to raise any damn kids. He was too busy solving mysteries, fighting crime, and getting down with fine ass 1970s babes.
Still, the theme song speaks for itself:
Shaft Theme Song (Sung by Isaac Hayes)
Who’s the black private dick
That’s a sex machine to all the chicks?
You’re damn right!
Who’s the man that would risk his neck for his brother, man?
Can ya dig it?
Who’s the cat that won’t cop out when there’s danger all about?
You see this cat Shaft is a bad mother
Shut your mouth!
But I’m talkin’ about Shaft.
Then we can dig it.
He’s a complicated man but no one understands him but his woman
CHORUS: John Shaft.
Yup. Shaft might have been all man, but you can’t argue with a good theme song. He was the baddest mother around.
Did I miss your favorite TV mother, 3.5 readers? You can leave your own tribute to her in the comments.
Dry my tears, 3.5 readers. Another one of my faves has been slapped onto the chopping block.
For the past six years, Max and Caroline (Kat Dennings and Beth Behrs) have been living a modern day Cinderella story, full of epic crudeness, disgusting-ness, all around raunchiness and epic debauchery.
The show was so bad that it was good. I think the writers and cast even realized it. The jokes weren’t just crowbarred in. They were shoved down your throat with a plumber’s helper.
It was insensitive and super politically incorrect in a time when political correctness matters more than ever.
Gay people on the show weren’t just portrayed as gay but super flamboyant “Hey girl” lisping gay.
The girls’ boss, Asian diner owner Han Lee (Matthew Moy) was ridiculed about his height (or lack thereof) by the girls to no end.
Hipsters were routinely dumped on. Shameless trend followers were pooped on with reckless abandon.
In short, the show dove head first into every stereotype imaginable and yet, they managed to pull it off with a, “We’re sorry for doing this, but we really do love everyone and think everyone should get an equal shot at success in this crazy world” kind of vibe.
Comedy, and sitcoms especially, unfortunately have a habit of reducing people to stereotypes. It’s not always fair or even right but what else can you expect when there’s only twenty minutes (figuring for commercials) to tell a tale?
Max was born poor. Caroline was born rich only to lose everything and for six years, Max served as Caroline’s friend and life coach, teaching her how to get by on nothing – literally nothing.
It’s a story young adults could jive with, especially in the post 2008 economy. You thought you were going to get a big shot job and make a million dollars? So did Caroline. Sorry. Those jobs don’t exist anymore. Go grab an apron. You’re a waitress now and no one cares if you have a fancy college degree. It will look nice on your wall as you struggle to pay back the loan for it until the end of time.
And sure, all the characters on the show were stereotypical cookie cutter cartoon characters. Oleg the cook was an unapologetic pervert. Sophie the next door neighbor was built like a linebacker yet told the whole world she was hot and you were not. Earl the cashier would occasionally pipe in with sassy jokes.
But the girls were cartoon characters too. Max was a big boobed hustler who reviled in her ability to get men to do her bidding with the power of her boobs. Caroline would walk around in her pearls as if this whole poverty thing was a setback and she’d be back to living the high life in no time.
I guess the point I’m making is that the girls lived in Brooklyn, a melting pot if there ever was one. On there quest to become cupcake baking tycoons, they suffered all manner of mistreatment and setbacks but along the way, they made friends with people from all sorts of diverse backgrounds and walks of life.
Yes, everyone was reduced to being a cartoon character because that’s all the sitcom style allows for, but Max and Caroline, for all of their faults, stuck up for people. Yes they made fun of people, but the people they made fun of would often turn the tables on them.
The moral of the story was that these girls were two wide-eyed dreamers who thought the world should go their way…and sometimes they’d crap on people in their way…and sometimes it would be fun to watch as the crapped on people crapped back on them…these were often people who had suffered more than they had and were willing to let them know that the world isn’t designed to go their way.
Yes, they ridiculed Han without mercy…but yes, they’d also bitch slap you if YOU made fun of him. Han was like their brother. They teased them out of love.
Although yeah, at times, I suppose it did come across as just two super hot, stuck up bitches dumping all over an Asian immigrant who was just trying to make a living.
At any rate, when the girls would get out of line, they would be reigned in. Han used his wits to give them their comeuppance many, many times, often with hilarious results.
To be honest, I have no idea why this show was cancelled. Maybe it was ratings. Maybe it was business.
All I know is I invested six years into this show, wondering if the girls would ever become un-broke. The show would always end with a running tally of how much the girls had saved on their quest to not be broke anymore. They need to come up with some sort of resolution, as I deserve to know whether or not they become un-broke.
Recently, I also lamented the cancellation of Last Man Standing, another show that, while much, much, much more reserved than 2 Broke Girls, did not fit the PC mold.
Political correctness and comedy. Comedy and political correctness. They go together like oil and water.
No one wants to hurt another’s feelings but at the same time, if we all continue to walk around on pins and needles, we may never laugh again.
2 Broke Girls offered a different approach. If the stuck up former rich girl makes fun of you, make fun of her back! Sometimes the most satisfying part of the show came when Caroline thought she’d gotten away with a diss on Han only for Han to turn around and say something in a completely cool, collected manner that would totally wreck her day.
Yes, we should always be nice to each other and not assume the worst of people based on whatever group they are in. But at the same time, laughter is important and if we keep taking the bite out of laughter, then comedy is going to quickly go out of style.
I’m convinced that by 2050, the world will have become so politically correct that SNL will be nothing but an improv troupe coming out on the stage every week to recite the “Why did the chicken cross the road?” joke a hundred times, followed by a half-hour apology to chickens everywhere and people who are offended by chicken jokes.
Dang it! I just discovered this show and they already cancelled.
3.5 readers, as you know, I don’t like to get political on this blog, but on this show, which I enjoyed, Mike Baxter (Tim Allen) was a conservative with one conservative younger daughter, a liberal wife and two older liberal daughters. They sparred, they made fun of each others’ ideas and preferred candidates/political viewpoints but at the end of the day, they all gathered around the table, cared for one another and were there for each other.
This country is too big and there are too many different groups, opposing viewpoints for people to not be able to agree to disagree and be there for each other despite their differences. “You disagree with me so you’re the enemy now!” is how civil wars break out.
Am I saying this show could prevent civil war? No. Am I saying that it is nice to see a family with different viewpoints coming together? Yes. America needs more of this.
Drugs! Crooked lawyers! Cinnabon!
BQB here with a review of the Breaking Bad prequel, Better Call Saul.
Once upon a time, Bob Odenkirk brought the comic relief to Breaking Bad as notorious ambulance chaser, Saul Goodman. On that series, Jesse Pinkman (Aaron Paul) informs meth cook partner Walter White (Bryan Cranston) that they need a “criminal” lawyer, emphasis on the criminal – not just a lawyer who specializes in criminal law but one who engages in criminal activities to get his clients off.
And the rest is history.
Better Call Saul is a prequel of the life perpetually down on his luck attorney, Jimmy McGill, led, long before he took the name Saul Goodman or became Walter White’s lawyer.
You’ve probably seen shows that paint the law as a fantastic profession to be in. TV lawyers are often portrayed as wealthy, fast talking beautiful people who drive fancy cars, eat at the best restaurants and make out with other beautiful people.
This show gives us a look at the grimier side of the legal profession. Jimmy McGill practices out of a literal closet in a nail salon, drives a car with mismatched doors and barely makes ends meet.
He has a love/hate relationship with his brother Chuck (Michael McKeen), one of New Mexico’s most respected lawyers. Chuck is a rabid electro-phone, meaning that he is convinced that anything that uses electricity is sending electric waves into his body that could kill him.
Michael McKean displays some of the best acting of his career as he sits in a dark house, eats food out of a cooler full of ice instead of a fridge, forces visitors to leave their cell phones in his mail box, and covers his home and his body with tin foil space blankets.
Meanwhile, there’s an on-again/off-again romance between Jimmy and Kim Wexler (Rhea Seehorn), an attorney that actually strives to do honest work. Sometimes she serves as Jimmy’s conscience. Other times, she gets dragged down into Jimmy’s world of crap.
Rounding out the cast is grizzly ex-cop Mike Ehrmantraut, the fan favorite of many a Breaking Bad viewer. We find Mike in a lowly state at the beginning of the series, working as a parking lot booth operator who regularly feuds with Jimmy over his inability to remember to obtain the required parking validation stickers.
From there, the two start going down the rabbit hole of the Mexican drug cartel world, that same world that Walter White gives a big giant enema to in Breaking Bad.
To be clear, the show is nowhere near as good as Breaking Bad. That’s not an insult to Better Call Saul but rather, a compliment to Breaking Bad, as that show captured lightning in a bottle and is a rare commodity.
However, just as its predecessor took an unlikely concept, i.e. a terminally ill chemistry teacher who stops giving a shit and rises through the drug underworld to become a kingpin, and spin it into gold, this show does the same with an unequally unlikely idea, namely, that the comic relief of the previous show should get a show that’s all about him.
The show has heart. Jimmy has a dream to become a great, powerful lawyer, yet there are so many obstacles in the way. Maybe you, the viewer, never tried to become a lawyer, but you probably had some dream. Maybe you achieved it, maybe you didn’t but either way, most people can relate to obstacles getting in the way of their dreams.
The show features Vince Gilligan’s signature storytelling style. It’s “show, don’t tell” to the max. The viewer is presented with a lot of mysterious, ominous stuff. None of it is clear at first but if you keep paying attention, the mental energy you expend will not be wasted. Everything that happens in the show means something. There’s very little filler or fluff that can be cast aside.
I admit when I heard this show was in the works, I had my doubts. Breaking Bad could never be topped and perhaps if this show sucked, it would taint the legacy. But somehow, the show, while not surpassing the first show, still holds its own and is a boon to fans who still want to see that Gilligan style on the screen again.
Hey 3.5 readers.
It’s Star Wars day on TNT. They’ve been playing the prequels today and they’ve been advertising that Empire Strikes Back will be on tonight.
So, if you haven’t seen any of the Star Wars films in awhile, now’s your chance.