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Feelings on Various Subjects
May. 8th, 2014 12:04 pmFinished Season 8 of Dexter last week, and only now do I feel calm enough to write about it coherently. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. F***. F***ing hell, as Deb would say. It's bad enough that Rudy/Brian duped Deb and tried to get Dexter to kill her with him. It's bad enough Rita had was killed by another serial killer. It's bad enough we had a scary foreshadowing throwback to Rita's death, with Deb's nightmare of a bathtub of blood. BUT DID YOU HAVE TO KILL OFF DEB? DID YOU? I get that after all the stuff on this show, somebody had to take the fall. But. NOT. DEBRA MORGAN.
There were three people I was deathly afraid for and didn't want touched: Deb, Harrison, and Jamie the Rockstar Nanny. AND THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE DIES. I could live with Dexter dying or facing death row; it would be sad, but it would be fair, considering that he is the true destructive force on this show. For me, the whole show was about Dexter struggling to keep his destructive personality from harming his loved ones. And then the writers just decide he has to fail spectacuarly, put Deb in the line of fire, and kill her so she doesn't have to be a vegetable. WAY TO GIVE US SATISFYING CLOSURE. We're all dying for an ending in which a woman is completely destroyed by the man she loved in multiple ways and depended on always. Because that totally doesn't happen enough in real life, and we need it on screen all the time, too.
On a lighter note, my To Be Read List is so long, I'm coping by revisiting Marguerite Henry. She's the reason I get at least one horse calendar every year. My first introduction to her was an old copy of Misty of Chincoteague that my Dad had as a kid. Totally and completely fell in love with her writing style, and her books launched me into an obsession with horses and an appreciation for Will James. This fever lasted through my preteen and early teen years, and only mellowed out after I got a book all about horse care. Then I realized that much as I loved horses, I would never be able to make the time and effort commitment necessary for proper horse care (let alone AFFORD it financially). So now I read about horses, and sketch horses, but devote most of my obsession to fandoms. :)
There were three people I was deathly afraid for and didn't want touched: Deb, Harrison, and Jamie the Rockstar Nanny. AND THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE DIES. I could live with Dexter dying or facing death row; it would be sad, but it would be fair, considering that he is the true destructive force on this show. For me, the whole show was about Dexter struggling to keep his destructive personality from harming his loved ones. And then the writers just decide he has to fail spectacuarly, put Deb in the line of fire, and kill her so she doesn't have to be a vegetable. WAY TO GIVE US SATISFYING CLOSURE. We're all dying for an ending in which a woman is completely destroyed by the man she loved in multiple ways and depended on always. Because that totally doesn't happen enough in real life, and we need it on screen all the time, too.
On a lighter note, my To Be Read List is so long, I'm coping by revisiting Marguerite Henry. She's the reason I get at least one horse calendar every year. My first introduction to her was an old copy of Misty of Chincoteague that my Dad had as a kid. Totally and completely fell in love with her writing style, and her books launched me into an obsession with horses and an appreciation for Will James. This fever lasted through my preteen and early teen years, and only mellowed out after I got a book all about horse care. Then I realized that much as I loved horses, I would never be able to make the time and effort commitment necessary for proper horse care (let alone AFFORD it financially). So now I read about horses, and sketch horses, but devote most of my obsession to fandoms. :)
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