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captainsblogI've been taking advantage of my temporary, Nurse Jackie induced, Showtime fix to catch up things with one Dexter Morgan, Senior. And it has taken me into the third episode of the third season to come to a vital and inescapable conclusion about Dex which the rest of you probably figured out ages ago:
Dexter is a superhero.
I'd known about most of the components, now that I look back at them. His powers and abilities are clearly far beyond those of mortal men. His commitment to truth, justice and the Latino-American way- unwavering. His dayjob gives him unique and often prescient access to the facts he needs to carry out his mission. Dude's got a bitchin' utility belt. As often happens in such crime-fightin' families, he has a close relative, not yet sure of her own powers, but equally devoted to the cause and a mean-ass sidekick- even if you get a little queasy about the prospect of the hero of the piece being married to her.
Any, even all of these, could turn out to be misleading items of forensic evidence- red kryptonite herrings, if you will- but what cinches it is the in-plainest-sight fact: Dexter has a secret identity. But more than that, his co-workers, and girlfriend, and even his own crime-fightin'wife sister are, as Deb would put it if she knew, "fuckin' oblivious."
Just as nobody notices Clark's uncanny resemblance to Supe- just as nobody notices the distinct similarity in the voices of The Batman and The Bruce- just as Petey always leaves an instant before Spidey shows up and always has the best pictures- Miami Metro is under the same superhero spell of stupid. Dex could grab that Internal Affairs bitch, hack her to death with a kitchen knife in front of the entire precinct, shout "I did it and I'm glad!"- and Angel would come up to him five seconds later and ask him for another donut.
Episode three of S3 wasn't far off from that. Our new Special Guest Villain, aka LA Law guy, aka Princess Leia's Adopted Daddy, has been playing the same cat-and-mouse game that Doakes did for two seasons, but he's suffering from the same afflications that Doakes did. Mainly, that he's the mouse- and that Dex is still able to Jedi Mind Trick even him. I mean, dude caught him dead to rights checking confidential computer files on his dead bro. Did it ever occur to him to check the rest of the history page on that computer, with links to Freebo and his victims and his Jane Doe all before anybody else knew about any of them? Next, Dex shows up at said dead bro's funeral. I'm sorry, and not for your loss, but the only way a civil servant goes to a funeral is if they can get time off from work, and this one was at night. My Dexter-sense was tingling all through that one. And then, despite me knowing before either Dex or Adoptadaddy that Freebo was hiding in The House Nobody Knew The Address Of, and despite Dex knowing that Adoptadaddy had Freebo's cell records and would be getting Freebo's location that night, Our Hero offs the villain, monologues for the usual duration, is caught virtually with the corpse on his hands (and the blood from the corpse literally so), and is greeted with, wait for it,....
a big hug.
Somehow, Dex convinces him that He Is Not The Serial Killer You Are Looking For, even more amazingly convinces him to keep this Our Little Secret, and lives to julienne another day.
How do I get through another day of not knowing how this is going to turn out? And why can't those nice people at Metro homicide, especially that dreamy forensics guy, catch this awful killer?
Dexter is a superhero.
I'd known about most of the components, now that I look back at them. His powers and abilities are clearly far beyond those of mortal men. His commitment to truth, justice and the Latino-American way- unwavering. His dayjob gives him unique and often prescient access to the facts he needs to carry out his mission. Dude's got a bitchin' utility belt. As often happens in such crime-fightin' families, he has a close relative, not yet sure of her own powers, but equally devoted to the cause and a mean-ass sidekick- even if you get a little queasy about the prospect of the hero of the piece being married to her.
Any, even all of these, could turn out to be misleading items of forensic evidence- red kryptonite herrings, if you will- but what cinches it is the in-plainest-sight fact: Dexter has a secret identity. But more than that, his co-workers, and girlfriend, and even his own crime-fightin'
Just as nobody notices Clark's uncanny resemblance to Supe- just as nobody notices the distinct similarity in the voices of The Batman and The Bruce- just as Petey always leaves an instant before Spidey shows up and always has the best pictures- Miami Metro is under the same superhero spell of stupid. Dex could grab that Internal Affairs bitch, hack her to death with a kitchen knife in front of the entire precinct, shout "I did it and I'm glad!"- and Angel would come up to him five seconds later and ask him for another donut.
Episode three of S3 wasn't far off from that. Our new Special Guest Villain, aka LA Law guy, aka Princess Leia's Adopted Daddy, has been playing the same cat-and-mouse game that Doakes did for two seasons, but he's suffering from the same afflications that Doakes did. Mainly, that he's the mouse- and that Dex is still able to Jedi Mind Trick even him. I mean, dude caught him dead to rights checking confidential computer files on his dead bro. Did it ever occur to him to check the rest of the history page on that computer, with links to Freebo and his victims and his Jane Doe all before anybody else knew about any of them? Next, Dex shows up at said dead bro's funeral. I'm sorry, and not for your loss, but the only way a civil servant goes to a funeral is if they can get time off from work, and this one was at night. My Dexter-sense was tingling all through that one. And then, despite me knowing before either Dex or Adoptadaddy that Freebo was hiding in The House Nobody Knew The Address Of, and despite Dex knowing that Adoptadaddy had Freebo's cell records and would be getting Freebo's location that night, Our Hero offs the villain, monologues for the usual duration, is caught virtually with the corpse on his hands (and the blood from the corpse literally so), and is greeted with, wait for it,....
a big hug.
Somehow, Dex convinces him that He Is Not The Serial Killer You Are Looking For, even more amazingly convinces him to keep this Our Little Secret, and lives to julienne another day.
How do I get through another day of not knowing how this is going to turn out? And why can't those nice people at Metro homicide, especially that dreamy forensics guy, catch this awful killer?
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Date: 2009-06-28 05:37 pm (UTC)madetalked Ron into watching Dexter with me and it got to the point where he'd start suggested we watch that instead of other shows we had taped. Haha... he was so addicted he watched all three seasons in less than a month I think. Which was good for our schedule. :D A lot of people hated Season 3 but I loved it. 2 is my favorite though, despite the evil that was Lila. :)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 04:11 am (UTC)