Breaking Bad was a phenomenon – but not even it can live up to what it was.
Breaking Bad was a phenomenon – but not even it can live up to what it was.

Pop CultureOctober 12, 2019

There will never be another Breaking Bad

Breaking Bad was a phenomenon – but not even it can live up to what it was.
Breaking Bad was a phenomenon – but not even it can live up to what it was.

Ahead of the release of El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie, Uther Dean writes on how there will never really be another phenomenon like the original Breaking Bad.

Have you tried rewatching Breaking Bad recently? It’s not the same, is it?

Something has changed. When it was wrapping its original run, half a dozen years ago, it was on fire, it felt like the whole world was watching this bright burning magnesium flare of a show. The stressed final flails of Bryan Cranston’s desperate and morally absent Walter White captured the zeitgeist in a way that has rarely been seen since.

Obviously, time passing would take some bloom off the rose, but this is something more than that. As much as watching The Sopranos, M*A*S*H or the first season of Desperate Housewives outside of their original hype-bubbles is a changed experience, the original spark and quality is still clear and present. Not so with Breaking Bad. To rewatch Breaking Bad is to feel like you’re remembering it wrong, that it wasn’t as brilliant as you thought at the time.

Why is that?

To be clear: I think Breaking Bad is a good show.

The most famous fictional methmakers in the world.

It’s well-made, rigourously crafted, with performances and writing that are consistently strong with moments of the soaringly sublime. A burning, crackling descent into madness, Breaking Bad took the defining narrative of prestige television (the bad man spirals until he defeats himself, as codified by The Sopranos) to its logical endpoint. That a show with that story hasn’t since broken even nearly as big as Breaking Bad reveals the gravity with which it affecting the landscape of television — with Better Call Saul’s (a prequel to Breaking Bad) stubborn refusal to break out into a hit despite being every bit as polished and interesting as Breaking Bad serving as the defining example.

While its saturated look may have aged a little poorly, that’s more to do with the fact that it became the template for the half of TV that doesn’t look like a David Fincher film (thanks House of Cards), than an actual issue with the show itself. You’re always gonna look worse off in retrospect when a thousand other shows have glommed on to your way of doing things and perfected them beyond the means available to you at the time.

Breaking Bad isn’t a perfect show by any means of the imagination. If Game of Thrones hadn’t made a last minute dash for the crown, it would easily be the decade’s biggest example of a show not quite putting in the work to train its audience to watch it in the right way, and that coming back to bite them in the ass. There is a streak of misogyny that runs through how it writes and presents women. And, of course, you have to be very generous with your assumption of intended irony when it comes to its portrayals of non-white people.

But none of those are the reason why it no longer really sparkles.

Jesse Pinkman and Walter White.

It’s only been six years, but a lot has changed in how we watch television. While the shift from “appointment viewing, water-cooler television” to “binge-able prestige dramas to be decoded en masse online,” at first blush seems simply to be a transition in dosage and little else. What does it matter to the show you’re watching if you watch it one episode a week, with months if not years between seasons, or ten episodes a day over a week?

Heaps actually, it matters heaps.

Because it turns out that one of the major narrative engines of Breaking Bad is the cliffhanger. This seems like an obvious statement, because it is. Vince Gilligan (Breaking Bad’s showrunner) is a modern master of hitting the audience with a sudden and mind-blowing question. And more often than not that question was just ‘What the fuck is going to happen now?’ Then simply being happy to let that question torment the audience for the time between episodes.

When, spoilers for the rest of this paragraph by the way, Hank works out that Walter White, his brother-in-law, is the same drug kingpin he’s been chasing for four seasons at the end of the first half of the final season, the audience was forced to spend nearly a year fretting over what would happen next. Over that year, I took to almost involuntarily whispering “Hank knows” to my then-partner. It was weaponised memetics with the innate gaps built into broadcast television as a key ingredient.

Breaking Bad drove its narrative by asking the audience questions that they couldn’t have any bead on how they’d be answered. The anticipation of the time between episodes gives the audience fetile soil to build theories and possibilities, with almost every option seeming possible. So that future story beats were less singular moments of plot than they were wave functions collapsing universes of possibility. It was incredibly thrilling. The only show we’ve seen to fully act in this way since is Twin Peaks: The Return and even there it wasn’t the core mechanic of the show as it was in Breaking Bad.

Aaron Paul as Jesse Pinkman in Netflix’s El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie.

While, of course, there have been other shows since that trade in cliffhangers as a key part of their form. Game of Thrones, Westworld, Mr. Robot and Succession come to mind. However, all three of them lack the unpredictability that made Breaking Bad’s enforced audience speculation so effective and pervasive. Breaking Bad rode its charm and style to regularly pull the rug out from audiences and then offered solutions with little to no set-up. It really felt like anything could happen. Where as the modern bastions of the cliff-hanger as listed earlier this paragraph, are all designed, in the wake of Lost, as puzzle boxes, to be decoded in the knowledge that you’ve been given more clues than you think. You learn the method and so the speculation narrows and becomes, in my opinion, less fun and less vital.

When Game of Thrones spent so much time saying that it will shock you, you quickly realise that it is going to get out of its cliff-hangers and arcs in the most shocking way possible. Westworld’s obsessive laying out of clues and meticulous expression of the core questions of the show makes speculating about its plot between episodes more a case of algebra than imagination.

Now that all of Breaking Bad’s wave forms have collapsed, now that it is a set thing rather than a network of possibilities reaching out of unpredictable characters, it has lost a key part of how it works. Like watching a film recording of a stage-play or hearing someone recount a improv scene they were in, you can’t go back to Breaking Bad.

Without gaps between episodes, the dramatic emphasis in Breaking Bad often feels wrong and ham-fisted. Moments seem too big or too small, making the pace feel feverish or leaden—sometimes in the same episode. That’s why it’s not the same to watch it now. That’s why you couldn’t make Breaking Bad now.

So why are they? Better Call Saul’s success lies in very pointedly not being Breaking Bad. Why go back to the well (with El Camino the Netflix sequel film which premieres tonight) that you’ve proved you don’t need to drink from anymore? Who knows?

The people making El Camino are smart. I mean, they’re the people who made Breaking Bad. Saving annoucing it until they were finished filming, as well as keeping tightly locked down on spoilers, even the movie format, all speak to a creative and production team thinking about how you create the conditions to successfully reshape Breaking Bad into something that works in 2019. I’m still a little skeptical, but I trust that they’re gonna try their best.

But the best sign for me is that, tonight, when I sit down to watch El Camino the biggest question in my mind won’t actually be ‘How are they gonna pull this off?’ It’s gonna be ‘What the fuck is going to happen now?’

You can watch El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie on Netflix right now.

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Sacha Judd mid costume creation process
Sacha Judd mid costume creation process

Pop CultureOctober 12, 2019

How to cosplay when you’re terrified of costumes

Sacha Judd mid costume creation process
Sacha Judd mid costume creation process

Sacha Judd was never into costume parties, but when Mythbusters‘ Adam Savage invited her to Comic-Con she gave it a shot. She writes about learning to build a costume from scratch.

In March this year, the students at North Bergen High School in New Jersey staged a two-night production of Alien: The Play. With a budget of about NZ$5,500 and using recycled and other materials, these high school students managed to recreate complicated space suits, spaceship interiors and fully functioning aliens to bring the 1979 sci-fi classic to life.

The play is an extraordinary thing, which you can now watch online. The performance went viral, and the student cast received praise from the movie’s director Ridley Scott and a visit from the star herself, Sigourney Weaver.

Last week, I was lucky enough to go to North Bergen High, meet some of the students who worked on the production, and see their incredible creations.

These are talented kids who repurpose what they have available to them. Everything is made out of cardboard, recycled junk, broken toys, and yes – props from other productions that have been sacrificed to the cause.

The top half of Groot, from their giant Avengers models, became part of the alien. Also pictured, a five-foot Millennium Falcon, and a full-size Iron Throne. 

I was in North Bergen with Adam Savage. The Mythbusters host, who now presents Savage Builds and releases his own incredible work on Tested.com, is a lifelong maker and creator. Adam was in New York for Comic-Con and one of his great loves: cosplay.

At its most straightforward, cosplay is dressing up in costume as a character you love from a film, television show or comic book. Fan conventions like Comic-Con attract cosplayers in their thousands, wearing everything from an outfit they purchased on Amazon to ones they have laboured over for months. 

Adam’s love for cosplay is so well-known he gave a TED talk on it. Every year, he attends the major fan conventions with a new “incognito” costume, letting fans try to discover him on the floor.

So when Adam messaged me a couple of months ago suggesting I cosplay with him at New York Comic-Con, the largest pop culture convention in the United States, I panicked. It might have been the most intimidating invitation I’ve received in my life. I love fandom in all its enormous creative weird variety, but costumes are never something I’ve gotten on board with. I was always the person who waited until the last minute before the office Christmas party and rented something I hated from a hire shop or didn’t dress up at all. 

I polled all my friends and had a few good suggestions: Vice Admiral Holdo from The Last Jedi or Melisandre the Red Woman from Game of Thrones, both costumes I could probably pull off with the right wig and dress.

But something was missing. The whole point of cosplay is dressing as something you love, and I didn’t have any connection to these characters. I realised I was looking at ideas for something that would be easy. I was back at the office Christmas party.

So I started to think about what I’d really been into as a child, and instantly the answer was obvious. I’d been obsessed with Supermarionation, the shows of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson: Thunderbirds, Joe 90 and Captain Scarlet. And my favourite characters by far were the Angel Interceptor pilots – glamorous women who also flew fighter jets. They were my first feminist role models.

Dressing as a marionette seemed ideal. The costume was relatively simple with one key exception – the helmet. And the downside of picking a niche fandom from the 60s was there was no buying an Angel helmet on Amazon. If I was going to do this, I was going to have to make it myself.

I threw myself at the project in earnest. I watched endless YouTube tutorials. I bought a $2 motorcycle helmet on TradeMe and stared at it for inspiration. I learned how cosplayers make things with foam, with cardboard, with 3D printers, with melty plastic and heat guns. I marvelled at how talented they were.

My own attempts were less successful. My foam helmet involved a lot of me contact-cementing myself to the table. My efforts with a heat gun involved me burning a hole in the fibreglass of the motorcycle helmet I was using as a mould. And then sticking the plastic to itself. And then to the heat gun. My first papier-mâché attempt adhered so solidly to the mould (despite using vaseline as instructed) that I had to chisel it off in chunks.

Nevertheless, I persisted.

Eventually I had a papier-mâché base that looked promising, gumboots that I’d painted white, and a dream. 

I relocated to my parents’ house, where my mum can sew brilliantly and my dad has loads of tools. “Surprise!” I said, “We’re making a helmet!”. Luckily they’re both retired, up for pretty much anything, and also extremely crafty.

Meanwhile, my brother started trolling me from London, arguing that if I was going to do this I needed to do it properly and make sure the Angel’s epaulettes lit up, the way they did on the show. He suggested using Christmas lights. I started Googling “LED cosplay”. Eventually a trip to a party store produced the perfect components. Sometimes you just need to think laterally.

Anyway. Over two days we sewed and glued and cut and stared at the pictures on the computer screen arguing about colour and distance and size. The helmet came out beautifully.

And so on Thursday afternoon in New York, I got dressed up as Rhapsody Angel: red wig, flashing epaulettes and all.

I felt so incredibly vulnerable and exposed walking through my hotel lobby with everyone staring at me, it was awful. But as I stepped out onto 42nd Street in midtown Manhattan, the first person who saw me yelled, “GERRY ANDERSON, MAN! NO ONE REMEMBERS HIM ANY MORE!”. I burst out laughing and said, “I didn’t think anyone would recognise me!” and he yelled over his shoulder as he crossed the road, “YOU LOOK AMAZING!” and suddenly I felt like maybe I did.

Adam and I walked the convention floor, stopping for photos, admiring other costumes, and it was incredible to be part of this sprawling, amazing celebration of the things people love.

Sacha and Adam Savage, masks on
Sacha and Adam Savage, masks off

Adam often says that cosplay isn’t about a performer-audience relationship, and I saw instantly what he meant. There’s something communal about the whole thing. The parents whose baby was wearing a fully knitted Flash outfit. The girl towing her friend in costume on rollerskates across 11th Avenue. The way everyone at the sinks in the bathroom said to one another, “I love your costume, you look amazing.” All of the many, many Harley Quinns:

This isn’t about one person performing for an audience. It’s about everyone celebrating what they love together.

I kept thinking about the North Bergen High School kids, who’d proudly showed us the costumes they were making for Comic Con: Halo armour, a Steven Universe shield, Robin’s mask. The sheer force of creativity on display and the staggering variety of things people cared about all around me was awesome.

I don’t know if I’ll cosplay again – costumes are still terrifying to me – but I’m so glad I did it once and I can’t recommend it strongly enough. There was so much joy in the whole experience. Get along to your local convention. Armageddon is on in Auckland at the end of the month. Think of something you loved a long time ago, or enjoy right now, and bring it to life in some small way. You’ll be surprised and delighted to find so many people all around you who feel the same.