But add a couple of guys hosing human goo off each other in kiddie pools and you've got comedy gold!
|"We never covered this in chemistry class, Mr. White."|
One of the lighter elements would be Saul Goodman. Saul is pretty much the walking definition of "shyster," although he's also a really good attorney who zealously advocates for his clients. (Incidentally, the problem is not that his clients are drug dealers, sleazeballs, and other skating-the-edge types, but that Saul actively helps them advance their schemes and plots.) But Saul's appearance on screen lets loyal viewers know that we're in for a few light moments. He dresses like he's auditioning for Guys & Dolls, his office is a cartoon, his dialogue is laced with funny bits ("Hey, whoa! You're a Chatty Cathy today!" to Skyler when she's beginning to talk too much on an unsecured phone line), and he doesn't hesitate to put his own interests first, as when he insists Walt and Jesse put $5 in his pocket before he talks, so everything's covered by attorney-client privilege, despite the fact that the two have clumsily kidnapped him and are threatening him with grievous bodily harm.
Gilligan & Company know a fundamental truth - we can only handle so much darkness before the giggles begin to well up inside us. Knowing that is one reason we can not only accompany Walt on his journey into damnation, but cheerfully pack a picnic for the trip.