I don’t believe I’ve raved about “Dexter” too much on this blog. It is one of my favorite shows, featuring Michael C. Hall as a dark and interesting protagonist that’s trying to keep his secret life as a vigilante serial killer under wraps from his family and his co-workers at Miami Metro, where he works as a blood spatter analyst. As the series progresses, this becomes more and more difficult for Dexter Morgan – he eventually marries his girlfriend, moves in with her and her two children, and they have a child of their own, Harrison. Although the premise might sound farfetched, I highly encourage anyone that hasn’t seen the show to watch the first episode. I was intrigued at once.
Last night Reggie and I were hanging out with our favorite neighbors Jen and Hagar. Jen has Showtime on demand and we had a mini-party to watch the season finale of Dexter. There were a few surprising moments in last week’s episode. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for the ending of this season. It was the most shocking season finale I’ve ever seen. For several minutes after the ending, Jen and I re-counted what had just happened and tried to get the ill feelings out of our stomachs. It’s a pretty graphic series, which makes the level of dread I felt after last night’s episode even more surprising.
It will be interesting to see in which direction the writers take the series next season, but needless to say, they’ll have quite the challenge. I have to tip my hat to the show’s writers – fantastic work!
