Last year had this same feeling, like the cooks at Dexter HQ were trying to combine the show’s two main flavors—killer-of-the-week procedural and serial adventure-drama—into a single, satisfying slurry. This led to A) a clunky, repetitive ring-of-rapists master plot that provided Dexter with all of his kill-of-the-week targets, and B) a bunch of hour-padding filler in the form of homicide-department-in-love soap opera hijinks. I didn’t like A), but I felt actually offended by the lameness of B), and I think Showtime heard an earful about it. Switching out pointless office romance subplots for pointless kill-of-the-week subplots is a major improvement. Sure, they may be convenient and not entirely satisfying, but at least they hinge on something more relevant, fan-wise, than “Will Batista and Laguerta’s marriage ever work out??” Besides, if it means we get more episodes like this week’s I think I’ll be content to hang in there.
Mos Def continues to bring it as Brother Sam. If they needed a reason for Dexter to dialog about religion, they could have done a lot worse. He’s always fun to watch, and here he makes what could be a broad role—the wise man in the room—into something entirely his own. And it’s actually refreshing to see Dexter build a friendship that doesn’t revolve around murder.
Not that the murder itself isn’t also pretty refreshing: first a victim with a bad case of belly-snakes, then corpse-mannequin riders in the street, and now a Jigsaw-esque angel-of-death murdering contraption in the greenhouse. It’s nice to be dealing with good old-fashioned psycho killers again. But what exactly did Big Baby Hanks think was going to happen after his date? Did he forget Adama burning himself with a red-hot iron? Because I sure didn’t. And I wasn’t even actually there.
I also like that, when the Homicide Department Players aren’t busy looking for the Doomsday Killer, Deb’s “Bad Lieutenant” storyline gives them something to whine and scheme about besides their girlfwiend and boyfwiend problems. LaGuerta is back on bitch patrol (love that putting-the-necklace-around-Deb’s-hair move), the Deputy Chief basically only shows up to out-bitch her and then laugh about it, and Quinn and Batista could actually become likeable if they can keep up the Cheech & Chong routine. I don’t even mind their predictable back-and-forth with the new detective, Doakes II. I do think it’s weird that Deb is taking advice from him, I guess because he’s from Chicago and wears a suit?
I gotta say, I’m interested to see where this is all going. Judging by the trailer from last week, it looks like Dexter is going to be all over this Doomsday Killer scheme by next week, probably because he’s the only person in the department capable of following a simple trail of blood. But if things are escalating this quickly, does that mean there’s more to this than we think? Is Dexter next on the Doomsday Killer’s list? Could the Doomsday Killer be… Dexter??
- Mos Def’s story about Mister was amazing.
- Anyone know where they got Mos Def’s glasses? I want those glasses. (Well really I want to be Mos Def in those glasses.)
- Oh yeah, Masukas: finally caught on that sexy intern wasn’t really into him. Could there be more to this story? She seemed pretty well versed in the murders from past seasons, maybe she’s a fan of the show? (WHAT A TWIST)
- Over Dexter’s shoulder: JarIt!
- “Let’s find this—” take to the camera “—DOOMSDAY KILLER.”
- “I put my faith in science. And Ghost Dad.”
- “You should have thought about that before you defiled her. …She’s part of God’s plan now.” BABYHANKS turns toward camera, bites fist.
- Colin Hanks seems to be expanding.
- Apologies for the late post, air travel and internet scarcity have conspired to keep us apart for far too long.
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