With the news of the new series, and with time to kill whilst the fifth series of
The Expanse is drip-fed to us (I love it, but I've lost all patience with watching things weeks to week, so I'm waiting), I thought I'd revisit
Dexter. It was the first thing I ever binged (series 1-5, almost ten years to the day!), it was the first series that made watching weekly releases feel like a chore (series 6-7, when I should have been revising or finding a job...), and, as with every first, I cannot forget the finale... and the intense disappointment. In fact:
So Dexter has finally finished. Although the sixth series didn't really grab me, I watched the seventh to see what would happen to the Deb/Dex relationship. And although the seventh series picked up when Yvonne Strahovski turned up, it was a real drag to get through, but I decided to stick it out and watch the eighth series because it was the final series.
I kind of feel like I've wasted my time.
You know what? Past Lenny was, like, sooo melodramatic. I don't know if it's time, if it's the binge rather than week-to-week over three years, or if it's the thousands of hours I've since racked up training my TV muscle on shows of all qualities, but I actually really enjoyed my rewatch, and I'll even miss it (until series nine starts).
Sure, all of the flaws are still there (from the very first episode, too). I still don't give a toss about such-and-such's relationship woes, or thingy doing a workplace spin on 2020 politics, and, my word, the less about unexpected love interests the better. I still don't believe for a second the motivation behind any of the bonkers decision making. And I doubt even the combined pantheons of all the religions in the world could scrump up enough miracle dust to even half-ass an excuse for all of the convenience Dex is blessed with. But it all somehow comes together in a way that makes
Dexter a watch that can merit tolerating the bad.
Almost every series surprised me in some way. Major arcs and big characters I hated, like Lila, or Miguel Prado's journey, actually made sense this time. I even get the finale. Well, I still don't get the last couple of minutes, but I get the episode. I get what they were trying to do and how we got to that point. It's almost as if a prerequisite for the show is to forget 99% of the detail but retain the memory of the disappointment of finishing your first watch.
In my previous
"I've just finished Dexter..." post I made a comment about how I even enjoyed the
Lost finale, as a way to illustrate how poor I thought this one was. On reflection, I'd probably put
Dexter and
Lost in the same boat - shows that got everyone talking, that should have ended much earlier, and that garnered so much bad will that they've become tarnished and held up as an example of what not to do. Two shows that suffered for their own hype. Two good shows. Go in to either safe in the knowledge that you're wasting ~90 hours, expecting the car crash of an ending, and you'll uncover what makes them worth it.
On that note, see you all in 2028 in the
Game of Thrones thread.