It is rare that I watch television at all. It is rarer still that I find a show I want to watch regularly. The show Dexter, however, has made it into my iCal--and I've even deemed it worthy of a color code. The show is complex, and I particularly enjoy the dynamics of the relationships between the various main characters. Dexter is a serial killer who has managed to mask his compulsions and lack of emotions due to training he received as a child from his foster father. He works as a blood spatter analyst within a Miami police station. I enjoy this aspect; the monster the police hunt one season is actually Dexter. The killer is among them, bringing them their favorite donuts. This show also raises questions of compassion, and what (if there is) a difference between right and wrong, good and bad--or if it is even possible at all to make such black and white definitions. Dexter makes decisions that are purely self-motivated; he kills criminals not as a vigilante, but to satisfy his perversion without arousing the suspicion of the police. But, as the show has progressed, Dexter has acquired a wife, two step-children, and a son; and in the process, has potentially begun to feel things that 'normal' humans have always felt--love and fear and guilt.
This show makes me wonder about the nature of man. Are some born good? Some bad? Can one switch, or are we trapped into the way we've been born?
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