2 Stars
You'd think with cannibalism it would have been more exciting.
Sure it had the fun slice and dice of knife play, but frankly it was less artistic and lacking in the panache that Dexter has perfected. More like getting a dish called "rustic" when all it really means is that the sous chef has the prep skills of a blind monkey, not a beautifully prepared plate. It lacked the cleverness that I expect from Dexter, there's a few zingers, but in general there's a high degree of stupidity in this episode from all the characters. All. Multiple whacks of the stupid stick and Dex, Deb, Chutsky, Deb's partner are all piñatas.
Except Brian. Hello, long lost family member who's existence really does highlight the shared hobbies in the ever-increasing domesticity of Dexter Morgan's life.
I think my disappointment is echoed here:
My Dark Passenger fought back, of course, and my rational mind sang harmony. Seriously, Dexter, it crooned with oh-so-sweet reason. Could we really let all this predatory frolicking go unchallenged?
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