Spoiler alert: this article contains plot twists from the finale. After so many lugubrious turns, “Breaking Bad” came to an end on Sunday on an almost uplifting note.
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Walter White died, of course, but first he ran the table of revenge, settling score after score with mathematical precision. He went out with a big finish: his ingeniously rigged machine gun mowed down the entire Aryan Brotherhood gang in a fantastical killing spree that was almost like a scene from a Quentin Tarantino movie.
(As bad guys go, the next best thing to a Nazi is a neo-Nazi.) It was a fitting ending, and predictable in only some ways. Crime didn’t pay and Walter lost just about everything, including his life. But it was also, by the show’s bleak, almost Calvinist standards, a relatively happy ending. It wasn’t, as he so often feared, all for nothing – he found a way to get his money to his children. He also saved Jesse, actually taking a bullet for him by throwing himself on top of the younger man to protect him from the machine gun fire. He even made up with his wife, Skyler.
It was way too late for contrition, but there was a confession and even a kind of deathbed conciliation. Walter for the first time told Skyler the truth about his reason for cooking meth and becoming a drug lord. “I did it for me.
I was good at it,” he said. “And I was really, I was alive.”. Then again, the episode began with Walter still alive but already a ghost, walking in and out of secured mansions, public diners and even Skyler’s house undetected, almost as if invisible. Perhaps the best thing about the finale of “Breaking Bad” is that it actually ended.
So many shows, notably “The Sopranos” and “Lost,” have gone dark without anything approaching finality. Here, the writers were so determined to not leave unfinished business that the last episode was called “Felina,” an anagram of finale. And almost every loose end was tied. In some cases, a little too tightly, and in others, not quite as much. Walter White, played by Bryan Cranston, in a scene from the fifth season of 'Breaking Bad.' Credit Ursula Coyote/AMC, via Associated Press The all-important ricin, like Chekhov’s gun, had to actually be put to use at long last.
And it was almost comical that Lydia, so prissy and exacting, was poisoned with a packet of her beloved Stevia sweetener. In a later scene, the writers underscored the point, showing Lydia in bed, pale and sickly as Walter explains to her over the telephone that he poisoned her drink at the diner. But that was almost overkill: when Lydia tapped the sweetener into her camomile tea, the camera zoomed in on her mug of tea as it clouded up — as ominous as a glass of milk in a Hitchcock movie. Even the dreamy scene where Jesse, still in shackles in a meth lab, fantasizes that he is in a woodworking shop sanding a beautiful box had a precise antecedent: in an episode when Jesse was in group therapy, he reminisced about the satisfaction he felt in high school of making a perfect box from “Peruvian walnut with inlaid zebrawood.”. When Walt died, it was to the tune of “Baby Blue” by Badfinger, which begins with the words, “Guess I got what I deserve.” The ending was clear enough; it was the beginning that was left ambiguous. The finale circled back to Gretchen and Elliott Schwartz, Walt’s former partners at Gray Matter.
Walt broke into their mansion and cleverly blackmailed the couple into providing his children with the millions he couldn’t give them directly. And it was a delicious scene: When Elliott fearfully brandished a small blade, Walt said gently, “Elliott if we’re going to go that way, you’ll need a bigger knife.” But the show never fully spelled out why Walt broke away from Gretchen and Elliott in the first place. Advertisement There were hints throughout the series. On several occasions, Walt accused them of cheating him out of his share; that bitterness seemingly helped steer him into his life of crime. But it wasn’t clear that his version was correct — in an episode where they confront each other at a restaurant, Gretchen said that Walt left her without any explanation. And the true story never came out.
“Breaking Bad” brilliantly tracked Walt’s transformation from teacher to criminal mastermind. But it’s still a mystery why that talented chemist turned his back on fame and fortune and became a humble high school chemistry teacher. That is one secret Walter White took to the grave.
Shamed: The Duchess of York, Sarah Ferguson, in New York yesterday running some errands Last Saturday night, the Duchess of York must have thought she was one of the lucky few in the firmament of glamour. Along with stars such as Donatella Versace, Jennifer Lopez and their A-list ilk, she was at Naomi Campbell's 40th birthday bash at the Hotel du Cap Eden Roc in Cap d'Antibes. There she was on the dance floor, flushed with delight, waving her arms to the Black Eyed Peas and singing: 'Tonight's gonna be a good night!' Except it wasn't.
Shortly after midnight, she and her 21-year-old daughter Beatrice disappeared. No doubt the Duchess's BlackBerry phone had alerted her to a story posted on the website of the News of the World.
The story revealed that a few days earlier she had been 'stung' by the paper's investigations editor Mazher Mahmood - who is known as the 'fake sheik' thanks to his propensity for dressing as a wealthy Arab when targeting stories. He had her on video selling access to her ex-husband Prince Andrew. It would, she said, all be 'totally above board', of course, because Andrew is 'whiter than white' and wouldn't know anything about it. Does any member of the cheesy celebrity class get caught more often than the luckless Fergie? For nearly 20 years her post-honeymoon life has been a litany of embarrassments caught on film, tape and video.
The 1992 toe-sucking denouement that ended her marriage to Andrew was only the beginning of the financial calamities, gossip-column explosions, and career setbacks that have brought her to this latest incredible vignette. Now, we can all watch her on YouTube, gasping with pleasure as the News of the World's 'fake sheik' - who had already stung Prince Edward's wife Sophie and Princess Michael of Kent - unveils a huge pile of bank notes on the coffee table that leave the hotel inside a black computer bag with Fergie. 'Desperate people do desperate things,' her friend, restaurateur David Tang, told me yesterday. There can be no other explanation for why she went ahead with the kamikaze meeting, even though the 'sheik' had already declined to sign a confidentiality agreement. Her naivete is almost deranged, but what can you expect?
Excoriating Fergie has been a British national sport for years. But I've always found her a sympathetic figure - with her mad, bulging blue eyes and appalling taste in men, business partners, and just about everything. She's generous and instinctively friendly, and you had to admire the way she swallowed the indignity of having to become an ambassador for WeightWatchers to pay the bills. When she comes to New York, we usually meet in a fancy hotel suite where she tells me with absolute self - confidence about some preposterous new plan for a TV talk show or a 'franchise deal' or a 'soon to be announced' Hollywood contract.
Eye of the storm: For twenty years her post-honeymoon life has been a litany of embarrassments caught on film, tape and video Her mother, one of those tough, equine British blondes, left her father for an Argentinian polo player when Sarah was 13. The day Mrs Ferguson briefly returned to seek a divorce, she strode past Fergie into the Major's study without acknowledging her, only to emerge and tell her: 'I'm going.' Fergie has always concealed her fragility under the guise of being a raucous good sport. Because she wasn't thin or blonde or the daughter of an earl, her instability was never glamorous like Diana's. It manifested itself as exhibitionism. Darood Sharif Wallpaper Free Download. Whereas Diana's huge, tragic eyes swam before us as we watched her confess all to Martin Bashir on the BBC, Fergie's outbursts were confined to such unfortunate activities as throwing bread rolls around on an airplane. With her usual luck, she was sitting a row ahead of two tabloid hacks.
She's a fake duchess selling fake influence She had a weakness for health quacks and palm readers. One of her favourites in the Diana years was the Greek medium Madame Vasso in North London, who provided a blue plastic pyramid in which Fergie sat to be 'cleansed' and 'healed'. Vaio Onetime Password Keygen more. She was always nuts.
But here's the thing: the Royal Family would have had less embarrassment from her if they hadn't been so cheap. Unlike the Kennedy dynasty, who always knew how to pay off people who might make trouble, the Windsors can't bring themselves to part with any royal trinkets.
Only Diana was canny enough to hire a hotshot divorce lawyer and extract an unprecedented £17 million settlement. Thanks to some misplaced notion that she still had a relationship with the Queen worth preserving, Fergie was persuaded by royal lawyers into walking away from her marriage with no house, no income, and an unbelievably paltry £15,000-a-year settlement.
Apoignant aspect of the Fergie story is that her royal husband was actually the only one who has never seemed to resent her antics. Paltry settlement: The Wedding of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson on 23rd July 1986 was a lavish affair. But she got just £15,000-a-year settlement when she divorced Prince Andrew Prince Andrew has always appeared to understand and even cherish her erratic nature. Perhaps he admired her ability to rebel, something he never himself achieved. Even today, after all her debts and absurd business partners (remember that venture with someone called Harry Slatkin, whom she'd met at an Elton John party, to create and sell scented candles that smelled of tea?), he still adores her and forgives her. After toe-gate, Prince Andrew was asked to choose between his income and his wife - but I am told Andrew would still be married to Fergie even now if the Firm had let him.
She may be banned from Royal Family occasions and spend every Christmas alone while her two daughters stay with the Queen at Sandringham, but she still lives in a wing of Andrew's house, formerly the Queen Mother's, at the Windsors' Royal Lodge. The Duke of York has never remarried.
He and his ex are best buddies. That's why I find it difficult to believe that he knew nothing of Fergie's plan, or at any rate, propensity, to sell access to him - however ineptly on this occasion she carried it out and however theatrically she protests on tape that he never ever, ever takes a penny. A difference a day can make: Fergie arrives at LAX airport on Sunday after the story had broken, and relaxing at Eden Roc at Cap d'Antibes on Saturday How likely is it, really, that she could introduce some oddball businessman to him and he not suspect her of collecting a rake-off? Alternatively, perhaps, he might have suspected but wouldn't care as long as it was never traced back to him. Financial desperation runs in the family. The minor royals all consider themselves broke and have tried at various times to sell their names or their access.
They chafe under the fact that they have status but not cash - and what, after all, is status in a world where Britain's Got Talent is king? It's typical of Fergie's weakness for the trappings of luxury that before their transaction, the 'fake sheik' took her to dinner at Mosimann's, a plush joint in Belgravia where the bill comes to £200 to £300 for two. The tragedy of Fergie's freebie, frantic existence is that she has been forced to live out her postmarital life in the only way she knows how - as a fake duchess selling fake influence to a fake sheik. ● Tina Brown is author of The Diana Chronicles.