Admittedly, I did have a stroke and spent 16 months in hospital, but that still doesn’t excuse my tardiness. For what you ask? For Dexter.
This show has been my guilty pleasure of late. Why? There is a twisted sense of expectation about a serial killer in the police force. And not just your average serial killer, one with a specific code of ethics. Again more specific, he’s not just a cop, he’s a blood splatter analyst.
I’ve now added the book to my ‘want-to-read’ list on Goodreads. The author, Jeff Lindsay, has a new superfan. I undoubtedly join millions of other people.
He’s taken an ordinary premise and has drilled down deep. He concocted a protagonist we like, despite Dexter’s heinous crimes. Heck, give us a ‘D’, give us an ‘e’, an ‘x’, a ‘t’, an ‘e’ and an ‘r’. What do we have? “Dexter!”.
You’re probably thinking, “tell me something I don’t know!”
Well, last Friday I started watching a show my best friend recommended to me. By Saturday night, I’d finished 3 seasons. The show is on Netflix and is tarred with the same brush as Dexter. It’s the same, but different, a favourite Hollywood saying.
This time we’re not cheering for the family-man serial killer, we’re cheering for Gillian Anderson’s character. And, man, she looks AMAZING for her age and she’s a superior actress from her X-Files days. This serial killer has a different path from Dexter, but his path is compelling. Not to the same extent as Dexter, but still riveting.
It’s a nice trick, both shows give the serial killers a family, which helps the viewer like them.
I’m looking forward to the next instalment for this kind of protagonist.