For a TV show to be remembered as one of the greats, it’s increasingly important for it to end well. Unfortunately, while Breaking Bad is building to a thrilling finale, Dexter is limping listlessly towards his end.
The eighth season of serial killing Miami action has been poorly received by fans and critics alike, and with just two episodes to go, it’s still high on mundane diversions and low on climactic drama.
It’s a real shame for a show that has had its ups and downs in terms of quality, but seemed to have reached new heights in Season Four, thanks to John Lithgow‘s chilling Trinity and the shocking twist at the end.
Since then though, it’s struggled and has flailed around since the promising development of Deb finding out the truth about her brother. Instead of that taking the show in a new and exciting direction, it’s left it seemingly lacking ideas.
In many ways the final two seasons have resembled the second season of Twin Peaks, after the Laura Palmer murder was solved. There’s an endless array of dull plots featuring pointless characters and recycled twists and turns, and nothing to replace the magic that was once there.
Even the aftermath of Deb murdering LaGuerta only managed to drive the story for a few episodes before being completely forgotten to the extent that she’s going back to Miami Metro and picking up with Quinn again.
Ah, Quinn. He’s had some belting storylines this season, from the thrilling battle to be the new sergeant (running against ‘That Woman Over There’) to his relationship with Jamie, which was tiresome and doomed from the start.
Meanwhile, Dexter himself has been on drugs for most of the season, or at least he must have been to have made some of the choices he’s made. He’s been manipulated by Dr Vogel for most of his life, but adopted her as a surrogate mother the moment he found out who she was.
Now she’s dead, and we’re supposed to feel Dexter’s pain. But we don’t, because she popped up, was a bit weird, then died. Much like his apprentice Zach Hamilton, who died even sooner, putting paid to a storyline that barely even started to introduce itself.
And then there’s Hannah McKay. Dexter’s one true love. Apparently. We’ve never seen anything other than sex (a lot of it) and a shared murderous nature to justify how much he moons over her, so their ‘let’s move to Argentina’ happy ending is almost ludicrous.
You have to assume that they won’t make it there, especially with Lem from The Shield now onto their game after Harrison injured himself on Aunty Deb’s running machine (which conveniently appeared for the first time this week) and Hannah McKay had to take him to the hospital.
So will Dexter die, will he get arrested or will he lose the people who do mean something to him (the issue his ability to ‘feel’ has been one of the few good things about this season) it’s still hard to say. The problem is, it’s also hard to care.