I didn’t get it. Then I did
I first tried watching breaking bad during me college days. The show had already ended, but it was all anyone could talk about. Every “top 10 tv shows of all time” list had it at number one. I’d see people quoting it, arguing about it, worshipping it.
So one night I sat down and started it.
And honestly… I hated it.
The first episode felt slow, the camera work looked cheap, the whole thing just didn’t make sense to me. I remember sitting there thinking — this is it? this is what everyone’s obsessed with?
I forced myself through a few more episodes but couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped it. And for years I used to laugh whenever someone brought it up — like yeah, I tried it, it’s overrated.
Fast forward almost eight years.
I’m in oslo, hanging out with one of me closest friends — one of those rare nights when you just sit and talk about everything. Movies, music, life, all of it. Somewhere in between, breaking bad comes up.
He’s a massive fan.
I tell him i’d tried it and didn’t get the hype.
He just looks at me and says, “you stopped after season one, right?”
I nod.
And he goes, “yeah, that’s the problem. Just go past season one. Push through. Trust me.”
No hype. no long speech. Just that.
And i don’t know why, but it stuck.
A few days later, I started again.
And that second attempt… changed everything.
It’s so hard to explain what that show does to you once it gets under your skin.
The writing, the acting, the slow burn — it’s not just a story about drugs or crime. It’s about pride, power, fear, ego, and how one decision can slowly eat away at who you are. It’s about the moment you cross a line and realise you can never go back.
It’s impossible to explain unless you’ve gone through it yourself.
Sir Anthony Hopkins said it best:
“From what started as a black comedy, it descended into a labyrinth of blood, destruction and hell. it was like a great jacobean, shakespearian or greek tragedy.”
And honestly, I couldn’t say it better myself.
It’s been a couple of years since I finished it, but not a single week goes by without it popping into me head. A scene, a line, a face. something. It’s one of those rare pieces of art that sticks to your bones.
Even now, as i’m writing this, i can feel it — that strange, heavy feeling you get when you remember something that moved you so much, it quietly changed a part of you forever.
There’ll never be another Breaking Bad. Not for me. Not even close.