Struggling against having such a double contradicted life, Dexter, who works at Miami police as a blood spatter analyst, where he does his best, in order to solve the mysterious cases, but he has another dark side, as he turns in the night into a serial killer, who commits many crimes, but he only kills villains and criminals.
The series succeeds by being a credible and entertainingly complicated psychological thriller with good characters, a sense of humor and especially a languid rhythm and sun-kissed look that belie the darkness and bloodiness of the stories.
If the record-setting ratings for Dexter as of late get it extended for another season, or more, that will mark the end of my viewership, because this is one ship I'd rather not go down with.
The current season [of] Dexter was going along pretty well for a while. But this week - hoo, boy...I'll tune in next week to see how this plays out, but unlike Dexter, my heart's not really in it.
I feel like the series is ready to stop placating to the lowest common denominator and start showing us exactly how bad things can get for a killer with a conscience.
After almost three seasons away from the Showtime drama, I'm back on board, and if you'd given up too, you might want to think about heading back to Miami.
