Season Three of Dexter came to an end last night, and I found it mildly disappointing. This was the least interesting year so far, which is not to say it was without worth, but that the first two seasons were so strong and had finales so much more arresting than "Do You Take Dexter Morgan?"
David Chase once revealed that his agreement to do a mob show for HBO (The Sopranos, of course) left him with only one direction to go: into the family. Manos/Phillips have now, three seasons in, taken Dexter homeward bound as well. After last night's marriage of our favorite serial killer and lovely Rita, we can be certain that year four will be all about Dexter the Dad, Dexter the husband. Can they pull that off? Can they domesticate an heroic monster? We love seeing the Bay Harbor Butcher "take out the trash," but will Dex literally taking out the trash prove as interesting?
I will be writing on the difficulties of constructing a serial serial killer narrative for Doug Howard's in-development Investigating Dexter volume.
Later: Read Heather Havrilesky's take on the end of Season 3.
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