My Two Cents
Ugh.
That’s my take on things. Ugh.
Dexter has been one of my favourite shows since it debuted – a weekend binge-watching favourite, as morbid as some may find that – but I’m genuinely glad it is over… and it better be over.
This season was hot garbage, and that’s sad, because part of what had previously made Dexter great was that it never cut corners or felt hurried. It started getting fast and loose in Season 7, what with Dexter killing a guy in an airport barrage room without anyone noticing, but I expected more out of the final season, and far more from the season finale.
There was so much promise to this season when it started.
Dr. Vogel could have been very compelling and interesting, but she turned lame quickly.
Debra’s spiral into the abyss had all kinds of potential off-shoots, but they righted that ship quickly for no good reason and without actually tying up the loose ends. On episode after she tried to kill herself and her brother by driving them into a lake, everything was all good with the Morgan kids.
Like I said – Ugh.
I like that Hannah and Harrison got to make it to Argentina – the kid deserves a chance at a life, and now he’s getting one – but if you’re going to keep Dexter alive and show him to us at the close, it would have been way cooler if when he walked into his small logger shack of a home, the whole place was kitted out like one of his kill rooms, his next victim on the table.
If Dexter’s going to live, he needs to be being Dexter.
This season felt rushed and forced – a “let’s get this over with” collection of episodes that contained too many missteps and marginal elements.
This could have been a grand send off to a great series, but instead, it was a forced and flawed, and leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth about this season and the way things ended.
It’s been fun, Dexter Morgan – sorry it had to end like this.
There is no next time… it’s been a slice.
