Last night, the Most Delightful and Radiant Wife and I sat down to watch Downton Abbey, which she hadn't seen. Then, when she went to bed, I watched Breaking Bad.
The thing is, watching Bryan Cranston's Walt sit through an "intervention" over his cancer treatment was in many ways more powerful than any of the soap operatic delights of Downton Abbey. I've only just started watching it, but I'm beginning to get why it is so critically lauded. And most of it has to do with the dad from Malcolm in the Middle.
Which is weird.