Sunday night’s groundbreaking season 7 premiere “Are You…?”
has left hundreds upon thousands of people reeling, begging to know how Dexter
is going to get out of this one… and just what the consequences of his answer
to a certain five-word question are going to be. Read the mini synopsis below,
and click the jump for a spoiler-FILLED review! As always, post your comments
and share your anticipations and hopes for next week’s second episode, “Sunshine
& Frosty Swirl”! CAUTION: SPOILERS
AHEAD.
THE BREAKDOWN: Dexter finds himself
forced into disposing of another typical body in an incredibly atypical way. Desperately grasping for
control as his Dark Passenger comes under fire, he finds himself hot on the
heels of a Ukrainian mobster who took out one of Miami Metro’s very own. As
Miami PD investigates further into this swift and tragic incident, LaGuerta
holds onto some uncanny evidence from the Doomsday Killer “suicide,” and Batista
and Quinn attempt a bar-side reconciliation of their troubled partnership and
friendship, Debra suffers from a need to understanding her confusing past, the chilling
present, and the relationships between the two. Dexter’s and Debra’s unquenchable
needs culminate in discoveries and a new confrontation that changes everything,
all over again. Skip the jump for more!
Instead
of picking up immediately where we left off at the end of season 6, we begin
the episode by following Dexter as he breaks some traffic laws, desperately
fumbles with nonfunctional credit cards, and hits the airport. Just as we’re
all wondering how in the hell he got
from a jaw-dropping Point A to Point B, we’re taken right back to the gripping
scene in which a black-and-blue blooded Debra comes upon Dexter performing what
she doesn’t yet know is his most sacred ritual. Neck-deep in shock, Deb dances
with the devil as Dexter persuades her not to call in the situation, but stage
with him a suicide. And make everything go away. (Might I add—what an
incredible performance on both Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter’s parts. When Debra told him, “I don’t wanna
be alone, I don’t want you to be
alone,” and even asked if Dexter was hurt, my tears were running. The
frightening part is that he’s done this
alone for so long, and he is only scared because she, his only innocence, is scared.)
As
Debra and Dexter attempt to clean up the aftermath the following day, Dexter is - as we may have anticipated - leagues more comfortable with keeping up his mask of innocence at the scene (and, oops, he told Debra that he "knows what he's doing"), whereas Debra’s
voice is stuck in a prepubescent boy crack that barely covers her anxieties
enough for her to release a statement to the press. She feels too deeply and
too immediately to postpone the truth and not think twice. Masking, to her, is
not an option—and while Dexter tells her in his office that the more she thinks
into what she saw at the church, the less it’s going to make sense, the more
she is compelled to connect every painful dot. She is, however, not yet ready
to help Dexter make sense of what brought her there to the church in the first.
And while Dexter is convinced he can throw Debra off his trail and compartmentalize
his happy life of lies again by making a creative, unconventional kill on a man
with “powerful friends” (I would most likely believe this guy, considering the ominous eminence of Ray Stevenson's character), with the help of lost luggage room, a fire extinguisher,
and a wheelchair, Debra is painting a picture that even she doesn’t even want to
realize. Yet, she loves Dexter too much to not know every facet of who she is. She has waited too long to know this man in his entirety.
The main theme of this episode is control, and the loss thereof. There are also themes of truth, love, and their incompatibility in the flashbacks and Dexter and Debra’s childhood. Dexter, as a child, believes that nothing is capable of swaying Debra’s love for him, but Harry intervenes to tell him that she only loves him for who she thinks he is. This, of course, heightens our anxiety’s at the abrupt, surreal conclusion of the episode, in which an alarmingly stoic, half-sleepy, half-sick Debra asks a question we never knew would come so soon: Are you a serial killer? Dexter immediately says yes. He killed ‘those people,’ remembered on his blood slides. Every last one. It is his honesty that leaves us hanging breathlessly until the next episode—does Debra’s love know the limits that Harry feared? Will the control that Dexter so prides himself in possessing stay right in his pocket?
We
haven’t yet heard Masuka's endearing talk of strap-ons and strippers, or Debra's rewriting of the book of cursing cover to cover, or the Bay Harbor Butcher’s name shaking the
foundations of Miami PD… yet. But it’s ALL coming. That, and so, so much more. “The
last tableau” that we witnessed last night is just the beginning. Reset,
refuel, reengage. Nothing is sacred, and nothing is safe.
How
did you react to season 7, episode 1!
Sound off in the comments below with any and every messy reaction to the
unfoldings of this bloody new chapter in Dexter.
Does the truth really set you free?
"Why didn't you tell me what you are, Dex?" - Debra, Season 1
"Why didn't you tell me what you are, Dex?" - Debra, Season 1
