If there's one constant throughout Better Call Saul, the beating heart of the series, the ever-lit flame, it has always been Kim Wexler and Jimmy McGill. These final few episodes have been tough to watch. To put it simply, it's hard to think of two greater characters that have ever been crafted in the history of this medium. Across cinema, literature and television. And with this series finale, their story is concluded in a manner that is entirely fitting.
I'm struggling to find the words to describe, with complete accuracy, how I currently feel. I'm filled with joy and sadness in equal amounts. Seven years of intricately written, emotionally dense, raw and heartbreaking plotlines reached their inevitable conclusions and, for many, this will be tough to take. Envisioning the future of television without Better Call Saul seems despairing but I hope that it will inspire creators far and wide to craft their own stories, in the hope that it can hold a solitary cigarette light to the stellar brilliance of this show.
This is a series that will be studied for years. I extend every ounce of gratitude within me to the cast and crew responsible for delivering this story with such consistent excellence straight to my television screen. Year in, year out. It is a show that will linger in my mind forever. For those who live and breathe cinema, like myself, I hope you share this feeling.
With that, there's nothing left to say. Even though we've reached our final "showtime, folks!", the flame of Better Call Saul still rages on. With this show, it's one of the only colours left in an often bleak-looking world.
