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I'm done with Better Call Saul. After three rewatches, I just can't unsee this anymore.
I’ve always considered Better Call Saul to be the pinnacle of television craftsmanship. The writing, the cinematography, the character development, flawless. Or so I thought.
But during my third rewatch, at 9:13 of Season 2, Episode 7 ("Inflatable"), I noticed something I hadn’t before.
A Kia Soul.
Yes. A green Kia Soul drives past Jimmy McGill. In a scene set in 2002.
Now, for those unfamiliar, the Kia Soul wasn’t released until 2008. That’s a full six years of anachronism gliding casually through what was supposed to be a perfectly reconstructed early-2000s Albuquerque.
At first, I tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was a prototype. Maybe it was a mistake they’d digitally fix in post. Maybe I was the problem. But the more I sat with it, the more everything began to unravel.
I paused the episode. I stared at the screen. Then I stared at myself. Then I stared into nothing.
This wasn't just a background error, it was a breach of trust. A violation of the sacred bond between creator and viewer. Vince Gilligan, a man I once admired, practically revered, let this happen under his watch.
I stood up. My legs trembled. My heartbeat was irregular. I knocked over a framed photo of my family during a sudden, involuntary twitch of betrayal.
I tried to call my brother to talk it through. He said, “it’s not that deep.” He’s blocked now.
My wife asked me what was wrong, and I whispered, “a Kia Soul.” She’s been crying in the other room for 45 minutes. My dog won’t stop barking. The baby next door is wailing like it senses a spiritual disturbance.
I’m currently pacing in the dark, whispering “2002… 2002…” while gripping a remote I no longer trust. My family is scared. My neighbors called the cops. I’m not allowed near the TV anymore.
All of this... for a Kia Soul.
So yes, I’m dropping the show. I’m done. Finished. Ruined. Vince, I defended El Camino. I even liked season 4. But this? This is unforgivable.
I’ve always considered Better Call Saul to be the pinnacle of television craftsmanship. The writing, the cinematography, the character development, flawless. Or so I thought.
But during my third rewatch, at 9:13 of Season 2, Episode 7 ("Inflatable"), I noticed something I hadn’t before.
A Kia Soul.
Yes. A green Kia Soul drives past Jimmy McGill. In a scene set in 2002.
Now, for those unfamiliar, the Kia Soul wasn’t released until 2008. That’s a full six years of anachronism gliding casually through what was supposed to be a perfectly reconstructed early-2000s Albuquerque.
At first, I tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was a prototype. Maybe it was a mistake they’d digitally fix in post. Maybe I was the problem. But the more I sat with it, the more everything began to unravel.
I paused the episode. I stared at the screen. Then I stared at myself. Then I stared into nothing.
This wasn't just a background error, it was a breach of trust. A violation of the sacred bond between creator and viewer. Vince Gilligan, a man I once admired, practically revered, let this happen under his watch.
I stood up. My legs trembled. My heartbeat was irregular. I knocked over a framed photo of my family during a sudden, involuntary twitch of betrayal.
I tried to call my brother to talk it through. He said, “it’s not that deep.” He’s blocked now.
My wife asked me what was wrong, and I whispered, “a Kia Soul.” She’s been crying in the other room for 45 minutes. My dog won’t stop barking. The baby next door is wailing like it senses a spiritual disturbance.
I’m currently pacing in the dark, whispering “2002… 2002…” while gripping a remote I no longer trust. My family is scared. My neighbors called the cops. I’m not allowed near the TV anymore.
All of this... for a Kia Soul.
So yes, I’m dropping the show. I’m done. Finished. Ruined. Vince, I defended El Camino. I even liked season 4. But this? This is unforgivable.
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