Watching Dexter regularly this season--having a boyfriend who orders premium channels has its benefits--and it just keeps getting better. The show that manages to make its audience root for the unlikeliest of characters (a serial killer) does one thing really, really well: suspense. This season Dexter is easing into his role as a suburban dad while maintaining his work at the blood lab AND calmly dismembering not-so-upstanding members of the Florida community. On top of all of that, The Trinity Killer (in the ultra creepy form of John Lithgow) is killing on Dexter's stomping ground.
Dexter's lack of sleep and debilitating over-extension are making him get a little sloppy, and his latest killing led him the a three day scavenger hunt through the annals of his own mind. The show doesn't always get everything right. Dexter's metaphorical quest to have a perfect family should actually be a lot more easily attainable (his wife is an absolute nag and wretch!) and sub-plots such as sis's affair with the serial killer hunter are just plain stretching it (and it's a show about serial killers), but more often than not, it hits its mark.
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