It's all over

Warning: the following post can contain spoilers for the last episode of Better Call Saul.

It's all over.

Better Call Saul ended yesterday. It was a dry, bittersweet kind of an ending. For me, this show was a parade of cynicism. The entire story felt, digressions apart, like a big, elaborated elegy to a trickster. A divisive figure who could not aspire more than to resort to surface-level manipulating schemes and other ways to tinker with the system and its uptightness.

And to a degree, the trickster was right about how he perceived the system. The reaction is the initially named cynicism and more. Nobody can change, and it's pointless if we try. Those who try to change will be endlessly reminded of their sins, small or big, old or new. Then, a simple choice: double down and dilute your soul in the name of survival and a few bucks or just be yourself, with all the consequences. Forever.

What's the message of this finale? For me, it's redemption. Not the kind that has a dramatic, overly pointless flair, but sincerity. Not for others, nor for appearances, but for ourselves and our loved ones. Everything else is white noise and vapid theatrics.