Watched episode two last night."MILFs? What's a MILF?"
Not much to say, but that I anticipate this series getting pretty fucking dark.
It's an odd roller coaster of emotion that this story inspires in me. When I watch White commit some horrifying criminal acts, I get a rush of fear and anguish for the character because I can anticipate what the repercussions will mean for him. It's like watching The Shield when I think, for sure, that Vic has just gone too far this time and there's no going back and he's screwed through the floor now... But this character has terminal lung cancer. He doesn't have time for the repercussions to really set in. If he goes to jail he won't survive two years of his sentence and will do most of it hooked up to breathing tubes anyway. Prison really should be no deterrent to him at this point. He's gonna die a slow painful death regardless.
So I'm kind of free to just watch with impunity, believing that shit can't possibly get worse. That is where this show is totally brand new for me. Maybe there have been stories like this before but damned if I can remember one that was worth a shit.
Clearly it goes beyond repercussions.
I mean, yeah, he obviously has no moral qualms about cooking meth (yet).
But deliberately killing another human being is something neither of these guys wants to do, regardless of legal or social sanction.
The drama goes beyond the pressures of formal, external authority, which, as you point out, are mostly a non-factor for the terminal White.
I get the sense that (aside from the darkly comic practical fuck-ups that drive the plot) the show is going to be animated throughout by his much more personal
struggles with himself.