Some of the old men of my tribe led me to a place where I could watch the first two episodes of Dexter’s second season, due to air in September.
I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone - which means, as Season One is currently airing in the UK, that there’s not much I can say at all.
I think it’s pretty safe to report though that Showtime’s serial killer thriller picks up five weeks after the events of season one’s finale, and I’m pleased to say is as dark and twisted as ever. Michael C Hall remains as compelling as he did throughout the first storyline, playing a monster with maybe more humanity than he’d admit to, retaining our sympathy even as he commits (or angsts about being unable to commit) atrocious deeds.
The main serial-killer storyline for the season looks like it’s going to hit very close to home for Debs and Dex, and Dexter’s relationship with Rita is primed to go to very strange places, as he makes a surprising admission to her in episode two.
Frankly, I’m really psyched for the rest of the season. Good times!