I recently started watching Showtime's Dexter. I expected yet another immersive and artistic serial wonderfully free of some -- certainly not all, mind you -- of the constraints placed upon such series by the big networks.
Also, I thought Michael C. Hall was the best part about Six Feet Under.
Anyway, what I wasn't expecting was a fun and frightening take on a theme I encounter over and over not just in the stuff I read and watch, but in my own artistic pursuits -- the extraordinary scattered throughout the mundane.
Like vampires, cylons, the mutants from X-Men or Kung Fu masters in Stephen Chow films, Dexter imagines a world of capable and crazy serial killers around every corner.
The show proves this stuff is fun to think about, even if it concerns murder. It certainly makes the bus ride a little more interesting when you can plan out escape routes and counterattacks just in case the guy next to you is a secret robot assassin or something.
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