I finally decided to join the dozens and dozens of Dexter fans who gave this finale episode a 1.
I've had a really hard time coming up with the words to describe how totally upset I am without having my review censored for using foul language, so I'll just do my best to keep it clean.
Here's what the idiot writer(s) should have done with the final scene: Dexter wakes up in a cold sweat, realizing that he just had a bad dream - a very, very bad dream!
Everything that happened, well, never happened!
That would explain the utter stupidity of everything we watched that made absolutely no sense at all.
From the very first moment that Harrison showed up as a street savvy teenager, I was pissed off.
I had a real problem with the "age thing", and couldn't get past it throughout the entire 10 episodes.
When Dexter left his son in Miami he was a little boy of 4, so 10 years later Harrison would have only been 14!
And yet the writers made him 17 or 18, as if we were so stupid we couldn't add 4 + 10 and come up with 14!
We had to accept the fact that 4 plus 10 equals something more than 14!
On top of that, they turned this new kid in town into an overnight hero and high school wrestling team phenom! Yeah right!
Moving on: A bad dream would explain how Dexter's girlfriend was the airhead sheriff in town, and she was smart enough to figure out what the Miami PD and the FBI couldn't - that Dexter was the BHB. Yet she wasn't smart enough to figure out that Kurt Caldwell was a psychopathic, serial killer of dozens of runaway females!
A bad dream would explain why Deb came back as a screaming banshee hag.
A bad dream would explain why Dexter's "dark passenger" never resurfaced for 10 long years, but suddenly came back when his son showed up... OR why he suddenly became so dumb and clumsy in New York, when he was so good at what he did in Miami.
A bad dream would explain why Dexter's son would shoot him to death and then leave town with a smile on his face, as if everything was right in the world, and he would never be messed up because he murdered his own father!
Only a bad dream would explain all the drek that happened in those 10 freakin' episodes, and just maybe they could have come up with a second season that some of us might have considered watching.
I've had a really hard time coming up with the words to describe how totally upset I am without having my review censored for using foul language, so I'll just do my best to keep it clean.
Here's what the idiot writer(s) should have done with the final scene: Dexter wakes up in a cold sweat, realizing that he just had a bad dream - a very, very bad dream!
Everything that happened, well, never happened!
That would explain the utter stupidity of everything we watched that made absolutely no sense at all.
From the very first moment that Harrison showed up as a street savvy teenager, I was pissed off.
I had a real problem with the "age thing", and couldn't get past it throughout the entire 10 episodes.
When Dexter left his son in Miami he was a little boy of 4, so 10 years later Harrison would have only been 14!
And yet the writers made him 17 or 18, as if we were so stupid we couldn't add 4 + 10 and come up with 14!
We had to accept the fact that 4 plus 10 equals something more than 14!
On top of that, they turned this new kid in town into an overnight hero and high school wrestling team phenom! Yeah right!
Moving on: A bad dream would explain how Dexter's girlfriend was the airhead sheriff in town, and she was smart enough to figure out what the Miami PD and the FBI couldn't - that Dexter was the BHB. Yet she wasn't smart enough to figure out that Kurt Caldwell was a psychopathic, serial killer of dozens of runaway females!
A bad dream would explain why Deb came back as a screaming banshee hag.
A bad dream would explain why Dexter's "dark passenger" never resurfaced for 10 long years, but suddenly came back when his son showed up... OR why he suddenly became so dumb and clumsy in New York, when he was so good at what he did in Miami.
A bad dream would explain why Dexter's son would shoot him to death and then leave town with a smile on his face, as if everything was right in the world, and he would never be messed up because he murdered his own father!
Only a bad dream would explain all the drek that happened in those 10 freakin' episodes, and just maybe they could have come up with a second season that some of us might have considered watching.