I sat down the other night and properly watched an ep of Dexter. It's really nasty .
Of course there's the overarching dilemma of idenifying with the serial-killer hero - and I don't have a problem with that in principle - it's a nice puzzle for us all (writers and audience) to struggle through. Ben Marshall puts the case for all of this very well.
No - it's the cold marketeering at the heart of it all that turned me off . There's a metrosexual, knowing, gratuitousness pervading everything from the sex to the language (neither of which I have problems with per se, either) to the glib dark shade carefully cast all over the script.
And then again, it can be very funny . Very funny. In the episode I watched, Dexter books himself in as a patient to a therapist he suspects of being a killer.
Dexter establishes he's right, takes another therapy session to sort out some of his own issues, and then a final session, where he unburdens himself . That's the Youtube link there.
Very funny.
I may watch the next ep anyway. The marketeers win for now.
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