I gave “Felina” six weeks, six fucking weeks to settle in my mind before I started writing a first draft and I STILL only want to talk about “Ozymandias.” Cuz “Felina” was boring.
When I first saw it I was so excited, with such high expectations. But afterwards a sense of dissatisfaction nibbled at me. I said to myself, “Hey, what the fuck. That was pretty good! I mean … right? What is this contrarian rebel crap?” I was underwhelmed, a little disappointed. I couldn’t discuss it with anyone because I had no passion for it. I had nothing to say.
So I convinced myself “some time” and distance would give “Felina” nuance and then some earth-shattering concept would surface about the series, about Walt, about anti-heroes, about storytelling, about the meaning of one sinner in the hands of Vince Gilligan. “This is a good plan,” I said to myself, drunk on confidence, half-believing.
It was a shitty plan. Six weeks passed. After a second viewing, three more weeks, and six drafts, “Felina” is still boring. “Ozymandias”? Still amazing.
Ozymandias vs. Felina: To the Death
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