An exciting show keeps you on the edge of your seat; an entertaining show helps you unwind; a good show makes you reflect on life. Critics hate the eighth and final season of Dexter which just wrapped up yesterday. I have to agree this season has been flooded with plot holes and unnecessary sidetracks. It lacks the immediacy and tension which pulled us in in the penultimate season, let alone the super awesome seasons 1 & 2 (probably two of the best TV seasons ever). I think it’s safe to say the last season wasn’t as exciting or as entertaining as we’d hoped, but I still think it was good TV for the food for thoughts it has given me.
I didn’t like Dexter and Hannah’s weird and twisted relationship in season 7. I was not happy about her return early on in season 8, but their chemistry was undeniable. They are two serial killers killing for different purposes. They are both damaged in their own way. No matter how hard they try, they kept running back to each other like rubber bands. At first, I hated this pairing because Hannah was so obviously wrong for Dexter, and she came into this strangest sibling bond between Dexter and Deb. However, as the season rolled on, I’ve gradually come to recognize the true soul mate connection between Dex and Hannah. Granted, Dex loves Deb genuinely. I even think Deb loved Dex more than Hannah because she gave up every principle that defined who she was for him, but Deb could never understand him. Deb could accept Dex’s urges for killing because she loved him to death, and they had this co-dependent relationship that came so close to crossing the line, but Deb could never understand why he had to do what he did because Deb was fundamentally a good person.
Hannah is different. When she was in Dex’s kill room, she said, “Do what you have o do.” It was the very moment when Dex fell for her. Hannah is amoral like Dex. She never judges him for his killing, and she accepts him completely. No one on Earth understands and accepts him better. In the last few episodes, Hannah also starts to bring out the good in him. He begins to lose his urges for killing. He no longer needs Harry or his “Dark Passenger”. Hannah also shows her ability to be a good person by taking care of Harrison and reconciling with Deb.
They demonstrate what I have firmly believed in all along: soul mates help each other overcome problems and grow into better person.
The climactic scene is such a powerful scene. After Dexter realizes he was the one ruining Deb’s life, he finally has this epiphany: He is toxic.
We started in season 1 with Dexter being unable to love. Over the past 8 years, we’ve witnessed him becoming more human and eventually come to love his sister, son and Hannah. Never have I seen more character growth on a TV show than on Dexter.
Although the series is based on a ridiculous premise–a serial killer killing serial killers, it would be absurd if Dexter could have his happy ending and remained unpunished for all the lives he has taken. He has to pay the ultimate price: Losing everything he loves, either by choice or by force. I think he made the right decision in driving into the hurricane. He should have died with Deb, the person who loved him so much that she lost herself for him. His quote has to be one of the most memorable ones in the show’s history.
I destroy everyone I love. [. . .] I need to protect them, from me.
If the show could just end with Hannah reading the news of Dexter missing on her iPad, I’d be content. Instead, the show runners just wouldn’t let me continue crying and grieving for Dex and Deb and cut into the final scene. Ugh…I’ll just pretend I never watched that part.
Anyway, thanks for eight seasons of good TV; eight seasons of amazing acting; and eight seasons of reflections on morality, life and love. Good bye Dex and Deb. The ending of a long running good show is like the ending of a love affair. It leaves you with a void in your heart until you find a new object of obsession.