The one and only scene worth your time comes in the title sequence, when the lead breaks the fourth wall with a look that all but says, “Really? You’re watching this?”—as if mildly appalled that you’d waste precious minutes on a show that polishes up the image of a profoundly unhinged mind, while clinging to a moral compass that’s clearly been dropped, kicked about, and left in a gutter. That this parade of self-importance has been allowed to limp through multiple seasons is both laughable and faintly tragic; in terms of storytelling, it wouldn’t outpace a bargain-bin Brazilian soap if it were sprinting.
Dexter

The one and only scene worth your time comes in the title sequence, when the lead breaks the fourth wall with a look that all but says, “Really? You’re watching this?”—as if mildly appalled that you’d waste precious minutes on a show that polishes up the image of a profoundly unhinged mind, while clinging to a moral compass that’s clearly been dropped, kicked about, and left in a gutter. That this parade of self-importance has been allowed to limp through multiple seasons is both laughable and faintly tragic; in terms of storytelling, it wouldn’t outpace a bargain-bin Brazilian soap if it were sprinting.