I haven't had a lot to say about Dexter
for a while. It's still my favourite show of all time. OF ALL TIME. But --- I don't know. I got out of the groove of writing about it after watching an episode, and it's a show I simply cannot liveblog because I am way too engrossed. I like everything about it, from the nuanced characterisation to the brilliant photography, from issues that are raised to the balance of humour and drama. It is my show
, but the 'my show' I feel absolutely nothing fannish for. I don't listen to commentaries, make icons, write fic, read fic, nor participate in too many discussions --- it's perfect as it is for me and that is that.
I wanted to post about this episode, though, because it was an episode that struck me deeply. It's very rare that I'll become wholly emotionally affected by a single actor's performance in a tv-show or film. By degrees, sure, but not so much that I'll forget I'm watching an actor. I've teared up a fair amount (like during most of Wall-E
), but not from a performance so much as a context. I think the only two people I've cried at before yesterday are John Simm and Ben Browder. But I was sobbing
through part of this episode, because Jennifer Carpenter was absolutely and utterly real in Deb's break-down scene. Before then, I had been fine. I'd been a bit sad, I liked Lundy, but I wasn't even remotely tearful. This scene made me bawl my eyes out. It was a visceral reaction to a visceral performance and I do hope she wins all kinds of awards.