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Disclaimer: The Editor In Chief is on Holiday so this blog may contain even more spelling and grammatical errors than usual) Last week Marja ran a flippant
Marja's Box that slandered this season of
Dexter. It was unfathomable to me because
Dexter is on track to easily finish (spoiler alert) as the #1 show of 2010 on my
Best of... list again. I'm going to be candid...I was so vehemently AGAINST every single thing she had to say in that blog that I actually cringed. My thinking was the writing staff of
Dexter, one of the most creative, surprising, fun and original dramas on television, should be applauded and not lauded for being one of the few shows that is actually "must see" for me. Also, Marja comparing the current Lumen storyline to Season 2's Jimmy Smits storyline was flat out embarrassing and I wanted to distance myself from it.
I thought, "I'll put a disclaimer on it, saying these aren't the opinions of the staff of TWL," but after I calmed down I thought, "It's just a TV show," (Rude, when you think about all the effort that people put into this hour and I checked MYSELF to not say that again) so what the hell. Also, since Marja's header was on it, and she doesn't
like things much, that TWL readers were smart enough to realize it was what it was and I had nothing to do with it. So, I hit publish and ran it because, like trail-blazing female, hip-hop rappers, Salt-n-Pepa, baby believes that opinions are like assholes, and every-body's got one.
But it bothered me.
A lot.
So I need to be clear on this.
This season of
Dexter has been like anything we've seen on television before as we watch Dexter Morgan, a supposedly unfeeling sociopath, come to grips with the harm that befell his wife, the sweet-spirited Rita, while trying to raise his infant son. That negative review was sitting here on a blog that I started. What if someone connected to
Dexter in any way was high on reefer or crack-cocaine and was sitting at home hitting the "next blog" button and saw that sitting here? The thought of it made me extremely uncomfortable.
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| Dexter's Henley is not quite as snug as it used to be. |
So I'd like to give a blog-out to the writers of
Dexter, who continue to surprise, delight, and throw curve balls when we least expect it. Even in your supporting story-lines. Yes, I questioned you and complained loudly when LaGuarta got soft and married the busted Batista. But, patience has led to quite the pay-off as busted Batista comes to realize he's married to a scheming, greedy bitch (love her!). Do you realize that I almost stood up and cheered when Deb sassed the scheming LaGuarta, after all hell broke loose in a night-club and bullets flew during a botched sting, that she thought LaGuarta marrying Batista would make her a better person but she was WRONG! Holla!
Then I'd like to give a shout out to the actors. Leading man, Michal C. Hall actually kicked cancer's ass and was back in his skin-tight, American Apparel, olive green, long sleeve Henley before we knew anything was wrong. A special shout out to his real life wife and on-screen sis, the expressive Jennifer Henley, who has made foul-mouthed Deb Morgan, into a tough on the outside vulnerable on the inside, "we should do the right thing here," character that is poised to over-take
True Blood's Sookie Stackhouse as my favorite heroine on television. Yup. Let that marinate for a minute.
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| Television's thinnest couple. Quinn and foul-mouthed Deb Morgan. |
Yes, season four's Trinity story-line was epic. John Lithgow was great but let's keep it real, if he was still hanging around, the same people would be bitching that he over-stayed his welcome. Let's move on. And since we have to move on I'm more than happy to move on with Julia Stiles as irreparably damaged Lumen. Haters are quick to jump on the "stilted" bandwagon but she is giving a beautiful, nuanced performance that keeps us guessing. Furthermore, her surprising, didn't see that coming, introduction to the series was far better than anything I could EVER have written on the best, most creative day of my life.
I routinely knock shows that people are passionate about (
Grey's Anatomy anyone? The last gasp of
Entourage. The final two episodes of
Lost which I thought defined dreckitude) so I'll simply tell the whiners the same thing that endearing fans
should have told me, "Oh you don't like it? That's nice dear. You're certainly entitled to your opinion, however dumb. Now, please take caution not to let the door hit you in the ass on your way out!"
I feel better now. Good Day.