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Page 129 TELEVISION REVIEWS Dexter Showtime: FX, 2007 Given the immense popularity of forensic detective shows such as the CSI franchise and Bones, and the frequency with which serial killers provide the basis for the case­of­the­week in each, it was perhaps only a matter of time before someone had the bright idea of combining the serial killer and the forensic detective into one character. The result of this inevitable generic crossover is Dexter Morgan, blood spatter specialist for the ever­busy Miami Police Department by day, vigilante serial murderer by night, hero – or rather, anti­hero – of the new series Dexter, which has just finished its first season on the FX channel. Loosely based on the novels by Jeff Lindsay, the show is an entertaining, blackly humorous and, at times, notably gruesome viewing experience which threatens to veer into sentimentality rather more often than the gleefully misanthropic source texts. Much of the humour in the opening episodes comes from the inevitable conflict between Dexter’s murderous proclivities and the cheerful ‘normal’ exterior he has erected to try and hide his true nature from those around him. Having been found at a bloody crime scene many years before by his adoptive father, a cop named Harry who soon realised that his son was, at heart a killer, Dexter has been counselled since childhood to disguise his true, emotionless nature at all costs. To that end, his apparently charming, helpful character is nothing but a smokescreen for the emotional vacuum beneath; although as the series progresses it becomes clear to the viewer that Dexter experiences a great deal more emotion than he is willing to allow himself to admit. Given that he is portrayed by Michael C. Hall, who also played conflicted gay undertaker David Fisher in the series Six Feet Under, the fact that Dexter is a closeted serial killer becomes all the more ironic, particularly given that many of his scenes early on in the show concern his relationship with his emotionally damaged girlfriend Rita (former Angel regular Julie Benz), whose desire to keep their relationship strictly platonic fills him with immense relief. The parallels between this and Hall’s last major role are obvious; and with his almost ­handsome­but­also­kind­of­creepy bland good looks and ability to adopt a suspiciously nonchalant expression at the drop of the hat, he was a fitting choice for the role. Like Hannibal Lecter, who in Thomas Harris’s later, weaker, novels preferred to eat the rude and those who had committed terrible crimes themselves, Dexter is a poacher turned gamekeeper who uses his contacts within the police department to track down human predators much less discerning than himself. Those he catches –who include child murderers and people traffickers – are drugged, wrapped in cling film, and carefully dismembered before being dumped in the ocean. Dexter is nothing if not neat. Presumably, given that our sympathies and perspective on events always lie with Dexter, we are meant to think that murder is sort of ok, once it’s bad people who suffer. Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer this is not. The Irish Journal of Gothic and Horror Studies 3 Page 130 Apart from his relationship with Rita and her two young children, Dexter’s most significant point of human contact is with his foul­mouthed sister Deborah (the excellent Jennifer Carpenter, best known as the demon­afflicted college student in The Possession of Emily Rose ), an ambitious, goofily enthusiastic homicide detective within the same department who, more often than not, insists that her big brother help her solve whatever case is at hand. Like Rita, she too has no inkling of Dexter’s true feelings (or lack of them) perhaps because his occasionally stiff, vaguely inappropriate responses to the world around him aren’t all that different from that of the average non­serial killing male. The only one who suspects him at all is the hyper­aggressive Sergeant Doakes, who generally yells, “What the fuck are you looking at, Morgan?” in a hugely entertaining fashion at least once per episode, and, unlike everyone else, finds Dexter’s penchant for hanging blown­up pictures of blood spatter over his desk rather suspicious. The main story arc of the first season concerns the police department’s attempts to snare the ‘Ice­Truck Killer’, so called because he freezes his street­walking victims before cutting them up into neat little parcels which are then left for the police to find. The moment he comes upon the first such crime scene, Dexter realises that he has finally met his match, and a steadily escalating war of wits between the two killers commences as it becomes clear that the Ice Truck Killer knows a great deal more about Dexter’s troubled past and unacceptable urges than Dexter himself does. To cap it all off, he’s actually even neater than Dexter, and that really bugs him. Storyline aside, the look of the show is fantastic, with the always sunny scenery and buzzing atmosphere of America’s most Latin city providing a startling backdrop to all kinds of gruesome misdeeds. Almost all the men – including Dexter – wear garish, brightly coloured shirts, and, like Crockett in Miami Vice , Dexter also has a boat of his own, though sadly, no alligator, although this would surely save some time when it came to disposing of his victims. The opening titles are worth watching in themselves, as glossily sinister and slightly nauseating close­up is employed to make the simplest of actions – grinding coffee beans, cutting into bacon – seem somehow violent and murderous. Whilst the show tends to lose some of its momentum when dealing with non­ice truck killer cases, or with the troubled personal lives of some of Dexter’s colleagues – a soap opera touch notably absent from the source text – it still differentiates itself from the ordinary pack of detective shows by dint of the comedy derived from the bluntly witty, expletive­laden dialogue (it is undoubtedly significant that alone of his police department colleagues, Dexter hardly ever swears). Another point of interest lies in Dexter’s attempts to blend in with everyone else, as well as by the manner in which his upbringing and relationship with Harry, his adoptive father, is continually referenced by regular flashbacks to his youthful indoctrination (complete with bad wigs and dodgy fashions). Indeed, one of the most interesting things about the show is the gradual insinuation that Harry, who has, after all, encouraged a very disturbed child to vent his violent urges on criminals, rather than send him for psychiatric help, may well have been as much of a monster as his troubled charge. It’s a realisation that Dexter himself comes to in the closing episodes of the season. However, some viewers may be annoyed by the shows rather pat contention that severe childhood trauma automatically creates a future serial killer (so that’s how it’s done!). The conclusion of the Ice Truck killer arc, and the manner in which the Morgan siblings become entangled in the killer’s cunning plan is compelling, if somewhat predictable (indeed, anyone with an ounce of deductive reasoning will have figured out who the Ice Truck Killer is long before those onscreen limp to the same realisation). Still, the odd weak instalment aside, the interesting premise, witty dialogue, The Irish Journal of Gothic and Horror Studies 3 Page 131 and unusual character interaction make Dexter well worth watching for those who like their humour black and their blood spatter bright red. For the next generic crossover, may I suggest that TV executives consider creating a show about a maverick pathologist who also works as a top chef? Or a vampire turned district attorney? The possibilities are endless… BERNICE M. MURPHY The Irish Journal of Gothic and Horror Studies 3 Page 132 Twin Peaks ( 1990­1991) ABC/Universal Home Entertainment (Season One)/Paramount Home Entertainment (Season Two) In April 1990, the plastic­wrapped corpse of Laura Palmer floated onto our television screens, buoyed up by a quirky supporting cast of eccentrics. Propelled by the increasingly offbeat investigation of this absorbing murder­mystery, the first season of Twin Peaks (the brainchild of Mark Frost and David Lynch) was an undisputed phenomenon. But when the second season began in September 1990, the show’s initial appeal seemed rapidly to diminish. Frustrated by the lengthy and increasingly obscure nature of the investigation into Laura Palmer’s death, viewing figures began to decline; and after the unveiling of her killer (under pressure from alarmed studio executives), only the most ardent of fans braved scheduling reshuffles to find out how Twin Peaks would survive the resolution of its headline­grabbing McGuffin. After just two seasons (comprising a pilot and twenty­nine episodes in total), Twin Peaks ended in June 1991 with the bleakest of cliff­hangers, leaving those members of the audience that had faithfully seen it through to the bitter end gagging for a third season, a craving that the much­maligned feature­length prequel, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992) failed to satisfy. Now, after prolonged distribution problems (which have meant that the second season has still not seen a release in the UK and Ireland), Twin Peaks is finally available in its entirety on Region 1 and a selection of mainland European releases on Region 2 DVD. And so it’s time at last to brew some damn good coffee, sample another slice of cherry pie and relive the show that gave backwards­speaking dwarves their day in the sun. Twin Peaks started life as a basic whodunit.

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