A riff on McWexler being cursed to spend eternity with eachother.
Breaking Bad was a simple story about one man's pursuit for power and how it blew up in his face. It was an open and shut story; I didn't feel it NEEDED anything else. But now... it's a product! A cinematic universe with tourists and souvenirs. It's not just one man's quest for power, it's the quest for power itself. So pandora's box is open, and we don't really have a choice but to explore this universe from a female perspective. BCS has so many of the tell-tale signs of writing problems all prequels run into, but that's okay, because in some ways it knew it was a cynical cash grab. It said, "instead of speeding towards a predetermined ending, stop and smell the roses". Like is there really a difference between "romance" and "porn"? Both have some faceless corporation selling you a fantasy of how love is "supposed to" work. Rhea's hot, Bob's funny, getting them back in a room together for more hijinks would make AMC millions more, so of course they will always be together now and forever. It's just that they're cursed to also be in a Pop Corners commercial for that eternity.
But moving away from the commercial to the artistic, I think Jimmy needs to have SOME conditions to loving her, otherwise their romance is meaningless. She can be a terrifying goddess and he can worship at her feet, but at the end of the day, that needs to just be part of the game. He needs his own moral compass.
