In this season, Dexter embarks on a mysterious journey filled with a bizarre set of strange and murderous characters. It's a unique brand of justice for which charming Dexter feels a psychological hunger.
I'm not complaining about these new scenes as I liked the journey back to Dexter and Rita's first date, but so far this season seems a bit formless and I find myself less excited about what lies ahead compared to the past couple years.
John Lithgow had been such a gas as Arthur Mitchell, that his Emmy-winning performance presented the series with a new challenge: How to top the delirious, full-blast, witty evil that Trinity embodied?
Dexter will continue to hang comfortably in the middle, using a charismatic lead to provoke the sort of "How will he get out of this one?" situations that keep an audience glued to each episode.
The episode follows Dexter's descent into a routine guilt spiral, blaming himself for Rita's death, rather than ruminating on how it feels to be on this receiving end of a serial killing.
