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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
MKMOT/50 Days of HATE- Day 38 (October 23, 2012)
So I just watched the latest episode of Dexter, and I'm reminded why my love holds strong. Few shows in recent memory are quite as polarizing. Critics, somewhat justifiably, take issue with the over-the-top nature that toes the line of shark-jumping. Supporters, more rightfully, understand that this is part and parcel for a show based on a borderline absurd storyline that is to be granted leeway if accepted from the start, and that the thrill of the underlying thematic challenge of traditional morals trumps the increasingly difficult suspension of disbelief that is required to get us there. I admit to being just about the worst disbelief-suspender the world has ever known, but I look past the unfathomable escapes, feats of superhuman strength, and increasingly cartoonish villains because they all lead back to a moral question that I find both fascinating and almost uncomfortably identifiable. An ex of mine, who I am on good terms with, once told me that I remind her of Dexter. I was a bit confused, yet not insulted. I don't look like him, I am not a blood spatter analyst, and I have certainly rarely never taken a life. I choose to believe that she was referring to the strength of my moral conviction to challenge conventional notions of "good", rather than my penchant for plastic wrap. Either way, at the end of last night's episode, when Deb bemusedly asks what her gladness over Dexter's latest kill means, I spit out his answer in my head before he uttered the word. "Human." That's how it makes me feel week after week, in a way that is complex and thrilling, and that's why I remain on board. And Homeland, I can't even get started right now. Undeniable greatness that calls for a write-up of its own. Look for that within a few weeks if interested.
Oh, HATE??? Let's see... Dexter's last name is Morgan. There is a country singer named Lorrie Morgan. This song is everything that is wrong with country music. And I'm sure Kevin Bacon may have boned Lorrie Morgan while listening to it.