THIS WEEK ON Dexter: Those Kinds of Things.
Oh shit!, the sixth season of Dexter is here and it kicked off with some ripping bad assery from our favorite Homicidal Batman. I called dream sequence, the show called my bluff and we finally got to see him kill off a couple of douchebags in a rather novel way. Listen man, my serial killer needs to go beyond the casual chest stab every once in a while.
The show’s jumped a year forward and while I usually bemoan this trope maybe the meds are working and I’m not feeling nearly as critical. In that time Pock Mocked McGee and Deb have been hanging out and chaining annoying vulgar turns of phrase together. He’s been banging her and observing his penis’ clear presence in her Skeletor vaginal canal. LaGuerta divorced Angel which caused him to get a sweet ass beard. Also his sister is hot. Masuka’s still Masuka which is fine by me.
And in my mind: Astor and Cody were eaten by a Kraken, after being dismembered by a saw that was powered by an intensified version of their own cacophonous bitchings.
This episode sets the theme of the season, which seems to clearly be rituals and faith. Harrison is entering the ritual of preschool, Quinn is going through the ritual of proposal, Dexter is attending his high school reunion and snagging a quality blow job from a sleazy slut-a-tron who wouldn’t be worth dating but serves her (oral purpose).
Rituals, rituals, rituals!
Dexter got himself some fierce white boy moves, and in a moment that was more David from Six Feet Under than Hangin’ With Mr. Sociopath we got to see him do the Hammer while Harry eerily cheered him on. Harry was straight chillin’ in this episode. Do you think he was checking out Dex’s slither-parts while he was snagging a blowie?
Faith is the other essential component to the episode, meeting Dexter in the preschool he took Harrison, and in Jock Guy who he killed. I’m interested in seeing where they work this theme in throughout the season. Dexter has an understandable lack of faith, having see his Mom and wife reduced to poked ham, and killing the dregs of society for a living.
It seems too easy to set him up for dismissing faith altogether.
Though they’d want to lead you that way. Having a nice bout of religious exposition with Angel as the show cuts between the two during the conversation. Dexter asking the questions every angsty teenage agnostic asks (hi!) and Angel stammering and muttering. They also sweeten the pot through the use of faith as convenient absolution when Tough Guy Tail Chaser is about to get hammered upside the head by Dex.
Prediction: he finds a secular faith through Harry’s code by the end of the season.
The most interesting communion of faith and ritual is obviously in the introduction of the righteous fucking Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader of the season: Billy Adama and Father Joe. Jesus Christ!, another set of serial killers in Miami? Naw man, I’m not complaining. If you’re watching the sixth season you’ve made peace (like me) with the fact that Dexter is obviously a universal gravitational pull for every serial killer in the world. Sucking them into his cycle of hunt and slay. Hunt and slay.
Or something.
Anyways these two wizards of death gave birth to one of the most impressive killings in a while. Disembowelment chained into packed with snakes and thrown into the sea? Ultra fucking combo, yo.
Anyways as I was saying the two of them are combining rituals and faith into the engine that powers their insanity. I look forward to Selena’s Dad barking creepy orders through his eerily porcelain teeth at Tom Hank’s son. That gorgeous husky voice of his is so fucking commanding.
Digging them.
So the sixth season has begun and I’m fucking stoked. It was a good introductory episode. Setting the stage. Reminding us that LaGuerta is a triflin’ hoe, that a good father means getting home after a murder at a reasonable time, and that every fall we get to roll with an enjoyable Dark Passenger. And Billy Adama.
Fuck yeah.