As a binge TV watcher, I’ve relished devouring serial dramas in advertising-free gulps. But “Breaking Bad” — the story about a cancer-stricken chemistry teacher turned clandestine meth-cooking badass — didn’t appeal. Then Anthony Hopkins declared it an “epic work” with “the best actors I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t actually see my first episode of much-awarded mega-hit “Breaking Bad” until a few days before September’s series finale. One episode and I was tragically hooked. Having never binged on a TV marathon before, I’m embarrassed at all the hours I watched, unable to turn the thing off. It became an epic overdose that reduced my eyes to tiny red stinging slits.