It’s impossible to be a fan of Dexter without having a love-hate relationship with the show. At its best, Dexter is pulpy, peak TV done to perfection — the story of a man with an insatiable desire to kill, who channels that into vigilante justice as a release. The first few seasons are some of the best storytelling that television has to offer, with subtle acting, a strong visual motif, and an award-winning performance by Michael C. Hall. But immediately after the incredible high of Season 4 (anchored by John Lithgow’s haunting turn as The Trinity Killer), the quality of Dexter fell off a cliff, leading to some of the worst television in history until the original series ended with Season 8 in 2013. That’s why, when the series returned in 2021 for Dexter: New Blood, fans were cautiously optimistic. After all, the show’s legacy had already been so thoroughly tarnished, another season could only make things better, right? The answer was (somewhat surprisingly) yes. New Blood moved the story from Miami to the frigid snows of upstate New York, while introducing a worthy new villain (played by Clancy Brown) and Dexter’s adult son, Harrison (Jack Alcott), who was struggling with murderous desires of his own. New Blood also promised a worthy conclusion to the story, and made good on that vow by killing Dexter in its final episode — which is why the news of Dexter: Resurrection once again has fans feeling conflicted. Now that Resurrection has arrived (and I’ve watched the first four episodes provided to critics for review), I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Resurrection is fun and pulpy in the way Dexter should be, while offering a few clever twists on the original formula. The bad news is that nothing this new season is doing (so far) is enough to validate the way it undermines the extremely good sendoff that was New Blood. |