Blood never lies!
Right from the opening credits, the beautify edited morning routine with its suggestive ham cutting, hot sauce splatter, and fingers wrapped tightly with floss as though being prepared for someone’s neck, you are captivated by the wonder that is Dexter; a modern serial killer and exterminator of evil people. During the first season, if you were like me, you watched each episode wide-eyed and on the edge of your seat as you learned about this characters unique life. You learn about the childhood tragedy that lit the flame to his Dark Passenger, a demonic type presence that burns in Dexter’s subconscious. The “training” he received from his adopted father, Detective Harry Morgan in an effort to keep the Darkness at bay. You watch him as he attempts to live a “normal” life, developing relationships and trying very hard to react emotionally to situations as everyone around him does, all while having the opportunity to witness the coming and going of his Dark Passenger.
After watching Dexter work through the “rules” Harry set up for him for the first time as he attempts to “research” his first victim, you find yourself captivated by the care he takes to ensure each subject is guilty of being evil. You learn about how the current subject lives their life and what horrible deeds they have committed. In some instances you watch as Dexter creates a brief bond with the subjects in an effort to confirm the circumstances around the their heinous acts. You begin to root for Dexter, the serial killer; you want him to make his victim suffer for what they have done. It is at this point if you’re like me you start to feel a little odd cheering on a killer, but you keep doing it.
Then finally comes the night of the kill. Dexter has confirmed the guilt of his victim and has everything planned out and covered in plastic. By this point as viewer, your heart is racing a little bit faster and you realize you really do not want Dexter to get caught, and you really want the “bad guy” to pay for their crimes. But most of all you realize you are empathizing with a serial killer.
At what point should you go see a psychologist then? I mean really, you tune in once a week and/or watch multiple episodes at once (and maybe even read all the books *cough cough*) all because you simply cannot get enough of it? You really do not want Dexter to get harmed or caught taking matters into his own hands. Is it just me or do you find yourself rooting more for Dexter than say Batman? Batman had a troubled background and has become a vigilante of the night as well but I do not find myself at the edge of my seat, holding my breath as I watch him in action. Don’t get me wrong Batman rocks…I do not know, is this just me?
If you have not started watching Dexter yet you are WAY behind, but I totally suggest giving it a try anyway. See if you begin to empathize with a serial killer, let me know if you find a good psychologist! I might start looking haha 😉
Enjoy!
