Fans of Showtime’s hit television show Dexter have had a lot on their plate in the last eight seasons, but nothing compares to the sorrow and detachment felt last Sunday.
After eight years, Dexter finally came to an end. And the feeling, for me at least, was bittersweet.
You know after awhile you do really grow to love the characters that you spend weeks and months out of the year with, living vicariously through their lives on TV. It’s not that I envy the serial killers life, but I don’t have many other psychopaths in my life, so it’s a nice change of pace.
I’ve never claimed that I’m not a TV junkie, I mean Dexter is only one of the at least 20 different series’ that I follow religiously. But something was always different about Dexter Morgan.
The story centers on Dexter (obviously), who is a blood spatter analyst for Miami Metro Homicide.
Sounds pretty run-of-the-mill, right? Another Law & Order-type show?
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention he also moonlights as a vigilante serial killer.
Using his indescribably good brain, and a little brawn, Dexter plucks criminals off the streets of Miami without hesitation.
Paired with his adopted sister Deb (my favorite character actually), who also works as a detective and then lieutenant in the police department, Dexter battles for six seasons to fight having his secret exposed, despite every effort by constant villains on the show.
The final two seasons focused on Dexter’s relationship with Deb after she finds out about his “dark passenger,” as his psychotic urges are referred to on the show.
Through vivid story telling and detailed background, not to mention chilling voiceovers by Michael C. Hall, week-by-week Dexter continued to tug at my heartstrings and make himself a character who was impossible to hate.
The series also saw guest stars, usually as competing serial killers, such as Julie Benz, Colin Hanks, John Lithgow and Julia Stiles, among others.
Writers for the series also knew how to incorporate the bloody mess of a murder show with perfectly timed humor, not to mention the audacity used to kill off main, beloved characters each season. And that’s something I can’t complain about.
Apparently neither could Emmy and Golden Globe voters alike.
And if TV isn’t your thing, the series is loosely based on the book series by Jeff Lindsay.
Last Sunday, Dexter said goodbye to loyal fans in a way I would of never imagined.
Spoiler alert: after a long bout with his most recent foe, Dexter takes out his final kill, but not before Deb gets caught in the crossfire.
As I’ve stated I’ve been an avid fan since 2006, and to me, having Dexter survive just seems weak. And come on, how could you guys kill Deb? It was a travesty.
However, fans may not have to say goodbye forever, as it’s rumored there could be a spin-off show, possibly featuring Dexter’s young son, Harrison.
The show has only been off the air for one week and the anticipation is already killing me, pun intended.
Caitlin Rickard is a staff writer with The Democrat. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow her on Twitter @wilsonnewswritr.