“Dexter” finally goes too far
How does a serial killer drama cross the line? With gallons of fake blood and one heartless, season-ending twist
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Michael C. Hall as Dexter Morgan (Season 4, episode 12-finale) - Photo: Randy Tepper/Showtime - Photo ID: dexter_412_1266 (Credit: Randy Tepper/©showtime)I don’t think I’ve ever seen an episode of any show that depressed me more than the “Dexter” finale did Sunday night.
Yes, it’s a show about a serial killer. Yes, I’m sure that plenty of people watched that finale, said to themselves, “Ha! What an awesome twist!” and then tucked themselves into bed and fell soundly to sleep. But I feel like I just got slammed in the head by a two-by-four.
I figured that the fourth season would end with Dexter Morgan avenging the Trinity Killer, then flying off to meet his wife, Rita, for a long-delayed honeymoon. After all, Dexter had married Rita in a relatively upbeat Season 3 finale, right?
Wrong. On Sunday night, Dexter did finish off Trinity Killer Arthur Mitchell, but when he came home to grab his bags for his flight to the Florida Keys, he retrieved a message from Rita on his phone, saying she forgot something at home. Panicked, he dialed her number, but her phone rang a few feet away.
Suddenly we hear a baby crying. Dexter runs to the bathroom. There’s his baby boy, Harrison, sitting in a giant pool of blood. And there’s Rita in the bathtub, dead. The Trinity Killer’s last victim.
Shocking? Yes. A twist? Yes. A twist so shocking, in fact, it’ll make you feel sick to your stomach. A twist so shocking it’s enough to make you throw your TV set out the window.
Yes, yes, I know. What did I expect? But somehow, despite several nihilistic seasons before it, the fourth season of “Dexter” felt more like a cross between a murder mystery and a very, very dark comedy. For Dexter, balancing work and family against his extracurricular acts of murderous vengeance was becoming well nigh impossible. But even as his treacherous hobby seemed to serve as a metaphor for the darkness and alienation that lurks at the edges of even the most conventional lives, Dexter seemed to be changing his stripes, making choices that were less about his own homicidal compulsions and more about an abiding need to serve the other people in his life.
And the tone of the episodes during the first half of the season was unabashedly comedic: Dexter makes awkward attempts to talk to his stepkids, hurls one of them into the pool — for fun! — but it just creeps her out! Dexter joins his neighborhood watch group! Dexter wakes in the middle of the night with the baby, falls asleep behind the wheel and can’t remember where he hid his victim’s body! Da dum dum, chhh! The whole show started to feel like an off-kilter procedural slapstick comedy. Plus, wasn’t Dexter ultimately trying to do the right thing by ridding the world of killers who were roaming free, looking for their next victims?
Heather Havrilesky is a regular contributor to the New York Times Magazine, The Awl and Bookforum, and is the author of the memoir "Disaster Preparedness." You can also follow her on Twitter at @hhavrilesky. More Heather Havrilesky.



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