The bad

I’ve been getting to work, the dining table that is, good and early this week. It’s been full on but I have something to look forward to.

I had saved the latest series of Better Call Saul to watch binge style over the weekend. I miss timed it and will have to wait until tonight to see the last episode. I thought this was the final series but I can’t see how they’re going to wrap it all up in just one episode. I’ll welcome another.

In addition to many familiar, Breaking Bad psychos, there is Nacho.

We probably need to discuss the phenomenon of the sympathetic, sometimes handsome, murderous, psycho. Nacho is all of these things, but, maybe he’s not psycho. I say this because he always has and will always have my sympathy. He loves his dad. I know he doesn’t make it through to Breaking Bad, he disappears. I’d like to think he managed to escape the lifestyle but I don’t hold out much hope.

I listened to a radio show sometime back that suggested you could tell a lot about a person’s moral compass by determining at which point in Breaking Bad, Walter White lost their sympathy. He lost mine when Hank was killed. Cornflake never withdrew his. A huh.

I got lost over Easter, lost down a movie wormhole. A Sergio Leone wormhole.

Now there’s a man who truly understood the concept of the handsome psycho. His interesting characters are all bad, they’re crazy, they are killers, some are sympathetic, some not so much. The actually good characters in his movies are very ordinary and very ordinary looking. The psychos by contrast are gorgeous, super gorgeous, dark tanned skin, light eyes, good teeth. That could be a description of Cornflake you know.

Anyhow I’m not convinced that there is a good in The Good, the bad and the ugly. I’m not sure there’s an ugly either.

Perhaps The Bad as a title just wasn’t inclusive enough for Sergio.