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Review: ‘El Camino’
FYI: This is a spoiler-free review.
Jesse Pinkman was never inherently a bad person. You could say the same about Walter White, but I think you’d have a harder time arguing that. After all, Walt resorted to cooking meth out of sheer ego. Newly cancer-ridden, drowning in debt, and with another baby on the way, he could have accepted financial help from former colleagues Gretchen and Elliot Schwartz — but selfishness has always been the primary driver of his actions, empire or not. He ended up becoming a meth kingpin solely to feed his own sense of pride, and some misguided idea of what it means to be a man and provide for your family. (Spoiler: None of it means anything if you end up doing more harm than good.)
Jesse, by comparison, had the opposite trajectory. Adolescent him cooked low-grade meth for shits and giggles, and took absolutely nothing seriously. Remember how the two of them crossed paths?
Hell, the day Mr. White looked him in the eye and proposed cooking together, it was probably the comedic highlight of his year — at least he’d get free entertainment out of the situation. Ironically…
