According to the internet, every series finale is either the greatest thing in recorded history or the worst thing ever visited on the commenter's eyes, undoing all the good work that came before it. Consensus on Dexter's swansong seems to be the latter. But I'm here to tell you that finales aren't as important as all that, and that this one, while flawed, was better than everyone seems to think. And you should take note, because like everyone else's on the internet, my opinion matters gravely. (Spoilers follow.)
My relationship with Dexter is much like that of the protagonist with his girlfriend in the Smokey Robinson song "You've Really Got a Hold on Me". She mistreats him constantly, but he keeps coming back for more without really knowing why. I watch Dexter every week, cringing at various aspects of the writing, then look forward to the next episode. I'm an idiot.
Showtime boss David Nevins has said of the upcoming Dexter series finale: "We had a similar thing on Friday Night Lights when I was a producer: we had an ending that we'd planned two years in advance, and I thought that show ended beautifully. Dexter should be on the same path." So he's going to move to Philadelphia and coach high-school football? Can't see that ending well.
His mum never told him it was dangerous to put his head in a plastic bag, obviously. In fairness she might've been a bit busy getting murdered with a chainsaw. He wants to watch out, though: could end up having a nasty accident like this.
We spent 2012 doing what we do best: watching TV and putting off writing about it. And my stars, the things we've seen. If only there were some way to convey our preferences of one thing over another through hierarchical structuring. Wait a minute ...