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 and Up), 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.