So, if this Honest Trailer has it right, the appeal of Breaking Bad is that it's like an action movie minus the humor. Pass.
There's a great essay to be written about the rise of camp in serious and prestige film and movies, or, rather, the unwillingness to see it. In descending order: Francis Ford Coppola's serious and nuanced investigation of mob culture is adopted as an uncritical adoration of the same, as though Michael Corleone has a life any sensible human being would want. In Scarface, That Guy will overlook Al Pacino chewing the scenery and the film's over-the-top nature and take it all very seriously. Someone, somewhere, thinks of Goodfellas as an appealing portrait of gangsters. All of the complexity is read out.
Now, the last Nolan Batman movie was camp, what with its incomprehensible plots twists and one-liners delivered in all seriousness. When Catwoman busts through the doors to save Batman at the last minute, that's a scene right out of a 90s Batman film, or a particularly poor 80s action movie. The difference between this movie and the 90s Batman movies is that the latter at least had the sense to recognize the ridiculousness of the contrived situations it put its characters in. And yet this lack of self-awareness is considered a virtue, and rewarded. There's little actual complexity, but the po-faced insistence that it Addresses Themes Meaningfully will be honored, since everyone insists on it.
I made it ten minutes through the pilot of Breaking Bad, and feel no regrets over not having pursued it further: I'm through with antiheroes for a long while. But for those who do, it's probably worth thinking over what exactly the difference is between "I am the one who knocks" and "Hasta la vista, baby."