Dexter

Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, why do I find you so disturbingly attractive? It must be the whole “tortured soul trapped in the body of a vigilante serial killer” thing. That’s totally my type. Anyway, I think it has more to do with Micheal C. Hall’s tremendous talent to be both brooding, and vicious. When you combine that with the show’s captivating dialogue and "Holy Shit!" plot points, it’s the perfect recipe for a macabre attraction to a pretend criminal that really makes a girl question her sanity, not to mention taste in men. So don’t take it personal, Dex, but I think I’m more allured to the acting and writing. You are, after all, fictitious (I hope…kind of..).

Showtime has always been like HBO’s younger, uglier sister. HBO got all the guys, everybody loved HBO and would always ask her out. But now, Showtime’s hit puberty with Weeds, Dexter and The Tudors and people are whispering that she’s way hotter than HBO (and with bigger boobs). Especially since HBO got all cocky and doesn’t think she has to try anymore for people to like her (cough, Soprano’s finale, cough, cough). So Showtime’s gunning for the number one spot and Dexter is her WonderBra.

With Dexter’s network premiere on CBS a few weeks ago, I hope there are a lot more eyes fixated on Showtime’s cleavage. I was a little leery CBS would cut out all the good stuff a la Sex and the City on the CW (though I really admire the creativity of the people who invent such gems as “fishface” to dub over the F-bomb). But Dexter was pretty true to its original glory. All the major plot points are delivered well and, aside from the occasional “fishface,” the censorship doesn’t detract from the integrity of the show. If you’re sensitive to the American TV hallmarks of gore and violence, you may even find this Dexter slightly easier to digest. And with the second season already wrapped on Showtime, it’s nice to revisit season one on Sunday nights and remember how fishfacing good this show really is. And how unnervingly attractive a fake serial killer can be.