Dexter: Resurrection

It’s a killer good time……..

Over the weekend I finally carved out some time (pun intended) to check out Dexter: Resurrection. And let me just say—having Michael C. Hall back on my screen feels like a warm, slightly murderous hug. He doesn’t just make the show; he is the show. Always has been, always will be.

So here’s the gist, without me ruining every twist (though I’m notoriously bad at that): if you caught Dexter: New Blood, you’ll remember Harrison stumbling upon his dear ol’ dad living undercover in Alaska as mild-mannered Jim Lindsay. Life seemed quiet—until Harrison showed up, complete with his own Dark Passenger. Cue father-son bonding, murder-code tutorials, and… Harrison being a total pain in the butt. (Whiny, reckless, chaos incarnate—you get the idea.)

Fast-forward: Harrison eventually shoots Dexter. Yup. Shoots him. Then bails to NYC, leaving Dexter to bleed out in the snow like last week’s leftovers. Cold, literally. But surprise! Dexter didn’t die. Ten weeks in a coma later—boom—he’s back. Enter Dexter: Resurrection.

Now, he’s chasing Harrison to New York while dodging an increasingly suspicious Det. Batista. Meanwhile, NYC is apparently big enough for two Dark Passengers, because someone’s out there stealing Dexter’s nickname. Rude. Naturally, Dexter does what he does best: sharpen his tools, slip into vigilante mode, and get to work.

Bonus points for Peter Dinklage and Uma Thurman, whose dinner party chaos is almost as delicious as the kills. I won’t say more (see, I can stop myself).

Bottom line? I’m seriously digging Dexter: Resurrection. It’s tense, bloody, funny in that dark Dexter way, and feels like slipping back into a very twisted comfort show. Definitely worth your time—it’s killer. (Yeah, I went there.) Let me know what YOU think!