Dexter 4x12
Jan. 7th, 2010 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shah_of_blahFuck.
Now, I am well aware that most people saw this episode some time ago. But this is one of those can't-stop-thinking-about-it, gotta-write-through-it moments. You know, so I can get past my immediate reaction of, well, fuck.
I was warned. I was. My dad had already watched the finale and he warned us (us being the rest of my family because in our house, Dexter is a family show...and how weird is that?) that it would be upsetting. Very, very upsetting. So I spent most of the episode biting my hand. And screaming at the television, things like "Dexter what are you doing?! Dexter he knows where you live!" But the kids were gone, and Rita was supposed to be too...so then I spent half the episode freaking out about Deb, all "He knows where she lives and he's got a thing for sisters!" but also, simultaneously trying to convince myself that Deb could defend herself against Arthur. The point of this is that by the time Arthur was in body bags, I was starting to relax. Warning or no, it seemed safe. Dexter had been making so much progress in his personal life! And it was so sweet, the thing with the moon...and then the phone rang.
But, okay, you don't need a recap. I would like to take a moment to appreciate the Dexter cast. People (including myself) have said that BSG had a phenomenal cast. But when I say that about Dexter, I really mean it. They are so good! Michael C. Hall, naturally, Julie Benz (who I liked so much more as Rita than as Darla), whoever plays Maria, and Angel, and Vince...(and dearly departed Doakes). And most of all, fricking Jennifer Carpenter. Detective Debra fucking Morgan. Outstanding.
She's been awesome since Day One. But she somehow upped the ante this season. First there was her absolutely heart-breaking meltdown in the parking lot after Lundy's death. But she took my breath away in the finale, in the scene with Christine, you know? When she asked Debra if she could ever forgive her? And Deb just...just absorbed the question and was so shocked and came out with a great big "fuck you" and anyway it was just an incredible moment. (And then, you know, there was that thing with Christine shooting herself in the head, which was pretty astonishing as well but in a different way).
And I would also like to say that I totally ship Deb/Anton and I never liked Lundy. I wasn't sure why until I saw him on Dollhouse. But he's just creepy.
This was a really good season though. Better than the third season, which I think was a bit of a slump. John Lithgow was the stuff of NIGHTMARES. Seriously, that scene way back in the early part of the season, with the jumper? One of the most frightening scenes of television in a long time. And it was the most upsetting scene in the season until frakking Rita.
I would also like to say that I want the next season RFN but am also terrified for what it may bring.
I had to watch Doctor Who (s2) and eat cinnamon rolls to calm down.
Now, I am well aware that most people saw this episode some time ago. But this is one of those can't-stop-thinking-about-it, gotta-write-through-it moments. You know, so I can get past my immediate reaction of, well, fuck.
I was warned. I was. My dad had already watched the finale and he warned us (us being the rest of my family because in our house, Dexter is a family show...and how weird is that?) that it would be upsetting. Very, very upsetting. So I spent most of the episode biting my hand. And screaming at the television, things like "Dexter what are you doing?! Dexter he knows where you live!" But the kids were gone, and Rita was supposed to be too...so then I spent half the episode freaking out about Deb, all "He knows where she lives and he's got a thing for sisters!" but also, simultaneously trying to convince myself that Deb could defend herself against Arthur. The point of this is that by the time Arthur was in body bags, I was starting to relax. Warning or no, it seemed safe. Dexter had been making so much progress in his personal life! And it was so sweet, the thing with the moon...and then the phone rang.
But, okay, you don't need a recap. I would like to take a moment to appreciate the Dexter cast. People (including myself) have said that BSG had a phenomenal cast. But when I say that about Dexter, I really mean it. They are so good! Michael C. Hall, naturally, Julie Benz (who I liked so much more as Rita than as Darla), whoever plays Maria, and Angel, and Vince...(and dearly departed Doakes). And most of all, fricking Jennifer Carpenter. Detective Debra fucking Morgan. Outstanding.
She's been awesome since Day One. But she somehow upped the ante this season. First there was her absolutely heart-breaking meltdown in the parking lot after Lundy's death. But she took my breath away in the finale, in the scene with Christine, you know? When she asked Debra if she could ever forgive her? And Deb just...just absorbed the question and was so shocked and came out with a great big "fuck you" and anyway it was just an incredible moment. (And then, you know, there was that thing with Christine shooting herself in the head, which was pretty astonishing as well but in a different way).
And I would also like to say that I totally ship Deb/Anton and I never liked Lundy. I wasn't sure why until I saw him on Dollhouse. But he's just creepy.
This was a really good season though. Better than the third season, which I think was a bit of a slump. John Lithgow was the stuff of NIGHTMARES. Seriously, that scene way back in the early part of the season, with the jumper? One of the most frightening scenes of television in a long time. And it was the most upsetting scene in the season until frakking Rita.
I would also like to say that I want the next season RFN but am also terrified for what it may bring.
I had to watch Doctor Who (s2) and eat cinnamon rolls to calm down.
