Dexter: Popping Cherry

 "LaGuerta's not my pimp!"

Some fascinating developments in this third episode as Dexter gets better and better: the characters are more or less established and we can get on with things. I'm also coming to appreciate what a strong sense of place there is here- I've seen lots of films and television set in Miami, but we're really getting a strong sense of it here. 

Dexter himself continues to fascinate, finding it stressful to fake grief at a funeral yet piling on more and more brownie points with poor Rita, who is lovely but not having a great time, having her car brazenly stolen from her by a scumbag who is totally getting what's coming to him.

Meanwhile, our serial killer has another victim, a prostitute, and it seems a nightwatchman is being framed, setting up what seems to be a slow burn clash between Deb and LaGuerta, who seems to be staking an awful lot on Deb being wrong. But do I get a slight implication that she may have an unknown agenda...?

Meanwhile, Doakes' desire for revenge for the murder of the woman he was sleeping with seems to be leading to trouble, and there's a nice sequence in which Dexter's next intended victim turns out not to be what he seems, and Dexter lets him off with a warning. It's a nicely done moment, and shows us Dexter's principles.

And yet, to me, the core of the episode happens in flashback, and the episode is all about the Code of Harry, which gets deeply explored. Dexter's hero worship of his stepfather, who saved him by redirecting his homicidal urges towards strictly vigilante purposes, is powerfully shown- not least in Harry's oblique speech, in flashback, as he thinks he's on his deathbed.

Brilliantly, though, this shows us Dexter's first kill- a kind of Harold Shipman figure played by Natasha Yar from Star Trek: The Next Generation. For the second time this episode it's one killer to another, and Dexter's understanding of his fellow serial killers is genuinely chilling.

Yet again, utterly superb telly.

Pet Semetary (1989)

"Sometimes dead is better."

Another Stephen King film, then, and one in which he gets a cameo as a vicar... and I still haven’t read more than one obscure novella by him. I must remedy that.

This film is rather good, but a curious beast; there are no stars, unless you count Herman Munster and Lt Tasha Yar. And it doesn’t really feel like a horror film until the very end where a zombie toddler is running riot, being far more of a drama about what it’s like to lose a child- an unthinkable thing for any parent- much though the whole thing is tinged with a palpable sense of the macabre which feels, well, Stephen King.

The conceit is (cliche alert) that behind the burial ground for pets of the misspelled title there lies that old horror standby, the old Indian cemetery. This allows Dead things to be brought back to life, and be brought back to life wrong so, after an initial and fairly harmless first attempt with a cute little cat which proceeds to get all creepy and animatronic (is that a 1989 thing?) things start to get serious as the fanily’s little boy gets run over by a lorry. And presumably, this being Stephen King, this all happens in the state of Maine.

It’s a nice little understated film that chooses, I think rightly, to emphasise the mood of the macabre over shocks. One think is truly shocking, though- Jud drinks that undrinksble horse piss Budweiser and forces poor Louis to drink the foul liquid. Have neither of them heard of actual beer? And why does Louis pronounce his name “Louis” but pronounce it “Lewis”? It’s most odd.

But all is forgiven as the end credits roll and we hear the splendid sound of the Ramones, everybody’s favourite all-dead New York proto-punk band. “Pet Semetary” is no “Judy Is a Punk” or “53rd and 3rd” but it does the business.