Previously on Breaking Bad... Malcolm in the Middle's Dad had cancer and decided to cook meth. Now he doesn't have cancer but he's still cooking meth.
Still a great show. I'm aware that I'm treading through a minefield of spoilers so I'll be careful. Season Three begins with the aftermath of a plane crash which just happens to take place over Walt's neighbourhood, and which also just so happens to be his fault (by massive, massive extension - but I won't go into the details). While he deals with guilt and the trainwreck that is his marriage - I can't stand his wife by the way, she's a tremendous bitch - Jesse is in rehab and devises a clever but completely amoral way to deal Walt's product independently.
This season gets off to a slow start. Nothing much is happening in the cooking meth department, Walt and his wife are fighting a lot and a Mexican version of those twins from the Matrix Reloaded are out to kill him, but his boss is holding them off because he needs "Heisenberg" alive to cook him that famous blue meth of his. Did I mention Walt's pseudonym is "Heisenberg"? That's what I'm changing my name to when I become a drug-dealer.
I'd say it picked up about halfway through thanks to the storyline surrounding Hank, Walt's DEA brother-in-law, who is desperate to catch the mysterious Heisenberg while dealing with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Regardless of how much of a bad ass, Michael Chiklis impersonating tank this guy is, anyone would be shook-up if they saw Danny Trejo's severed head stuck to the back of a turtle which then proceeded to explode. No idea what I'm talking about? Watch the show. It's insane.
The only thing that bugs me is it ended on one of the greatest cliff-hangers I've ever seen. So now I have to go out and get the fourth season because I'm desperate to find out what happens.
Final verdict: Breaking Bad is awful. Wait - did I say Breaking Bad?
I meant Glee.
Breaking Bad is awesome.
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