
Okay, let me tell you about Dexter: Resurrection. It definitely doubled down on the over-the-top nature of the whole premise, which, honestly, after everything that happened in the original series, felt…necessary. I mean, we’re talking about a middle-aged serial killer who should have died from a gunshot wound, but thanks to some seriously strong plot armor, he’s back for another go-round. And the storyline? He infiltrates a club of fellow killers and starts taking them out. It’s completely ridiculous, and frankly, I found it kind of charming. But, and this is a big but, Resurrection just didn’t have that special something that made the original series so compelling. Something was missing.