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Why AMC's 'Breaking Bad' is the new novel

Critic's Notebook: With an ending firmly foretold, the powerful 'Breaking Bad' ushers in a novel twist to TV as more series tinker with form, function.

September 19, 2013|By Mary McNamara, Los Angeles Times Television Critic
  • Dean Norris as Hank Schrader, left, and Bryan Cranston as Walter White in "Breaking Bad."
Dean Norris as Hank Schrader, left, and Bryan Cranston as Walter White in… (Frank Ockenfels / AMC )

Going into Sunday's Emmy telecast, all eyes are on "Breaking Bad." It's picked up a slew of acting awards during its five-season run and is this year's odds-on favorite for drama series; as the show moves toward its Sept. 29 finale, its ratings have almost tripled since last year.

"Breaking Bad" exemplifies a new sort of television series, one conceived with its ending in sight. Wonderfully written, powerfully acted, gorgeously shot, its seasons serve as chapters that take on the Big Four of literary conflict: Man versus Man, Man versus Nature, Man versus Society, Man versus Himself. The ending comes not in reaction to dwindling ratings or actor fatigue but because, as with any great work of fiction, it suits the story.

Television isn't just the new film, it's the new novel.

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Following in the footsteps of "The Sopranos," "The Wire" and then "Mad Men," "Breaking Bad" is one of Those Shows, prestige dramas, mostly from basic and premium cable, that now drive cocktail party conversations and demand grad-school-level dissection. Recapping is rapidly eclipsing the book club as our primary form of communal literary analysis.

Liberated from the censors, ratings pressure and lengthy broadcast TV seasons, these are also the shows that ate the Emmys, filling nearly every drama category in this year's nominations. Even culture snobs admit to liking "Breaking Bad," "Game of Thrones," "Homeland" or at least one member of TV's ever-growing Literary Salon (some of which, like "Justified," are actually drawn from literature).

DVR queues have become the new nightstands, with episodes stacking up like back issues of the New Yorker until, stricken with some minor ailment or surgery, we can binge-view and catch up. Which one really needs to do because, increasingly, admitting that you have never seen "Mad Men," "The Wire" or "Damages" is like saying you never quite got around to reading "Catcher in the Rye" or "Pride and Prejudice." Just not done, darling.

Indeed, the new Netflix full-season dump is a complete capitulation to the watching-is-the-new-reading model. Here ... here it is, Netflix says, the whole darn thing. Take it to the beach/bedroom/backyard and hunker down.

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While actual novelists are forced to think in terms of sequels and franchise, American television writers are experimenting with the finite.

"Breaking Bad," the tale of Walter White's descent into power, is a near perfect example of this new form. We met the mild-mannered high school chemistry teacher (Bryan Cranston) as he was receiving a death sentence. His cancer went into remission as another sort of corruption set in, but still the clock was ticking and creator Vince Gilligan was very clear about his intentions.

While the many other members of TV's "antihero society" struggled toward illumination, Walter breathed in the dark. Gilligan repeatedly said he wanted to turn Mr. Chips into Scarface, and, more important, it was the journey not the result that interested him.

It was not an immediate hit, even by cable standards. For years, the show seemed to have more essays written about it than actual viewers — Gilligan has long credited Netflix for the mid-life ratings growth that led to this year's explosion. Which makes the upcoming finale close to revolutionary — "Breaking Bad" is ending because Gilligan's story is ending. (A prequel spinoff, "Better Call Saul," is in the works because, well, AMC is not a philanthropic institution.)

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"The Sopranos" may have begun the literary trend, tonally and thematically, but it followed a structure made famous, and then ubiquitous, by "Hill Street Blues." Although it clearly focused on Tony (James Gandolfini), "The Sopranos" had the huge cast and smorgasbord of B and C plots that traditionally ensure a show's longevity. It was so open-ended that virtually every season saw creator David Chase debating whether this would be the last, before finally delivering a finale that ranks among the most ambiguous conclusions of any story ever told.

Now television is tinkering as much with form as function. Cable brought us series with far fewer shows per season than broadcast's traditional 22; Showtime's "Episodes" has just nine, all of which are shot from one script, as if the season were a nine-hour movie. The miniseries may still lie dormant, but a "limited run" resurrection of "24" is being discussed while the recent "television event" adaptation of Stephen King's "Under the Dome" was launched with the understanding that it could have ended, story-wise, with one season had it not been so popular.

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