It’s the halfway point of Dexter: Resurrection, and while this whole thing could certainly still steer itself off a cliff in the next five episodes, it’s genuinely startling how sharp, how engaging, and how satisfying—in short, just how much damn fun—this reboot has been. Even the ways in which it has shaken up the formula with its setting, Dexter’s fractured family relations, and the lingering ghost of Dexter past (a.k.a. Angel Batista) gunning for him, the show is handily servicing all these stories, and making them feel as rich (or at least as sufficient) as the subplots of Dexter in its prime. Clyde Phillips and co. have re-cracked the code, and transformed what looked like the definition of a cash grab into something breezy and compelling.
And once more, a huge chunk of the reason for that is Michael C. Hall. I’ve discussed how Hall how worn this character for damn near 20 years now, and while many actors can slide back into old roles, H…
