A PALL HAS FALLEN over the Hacienda.
We have just finished the eight-season run of the stupendous television series Dexter. We saw it on our Mexican Netflix, which costs a bit over seven bucks a month, and is worth far more.
We have a tradition here at night. I make a big salad for each of us and, roundabouts 8 p.m., we kick back with the salads in the two recliners purchased years ago at Costco in the nearby state capital, and we watch television for a couple of hours.
That’s usually two shows of 45 or so minutes, and sometimes we add a dessert program of a 20- to 30-minute show like Two and a Half Men or Friends or Modern Family. Yum! Sofia Vergara.
When I was a working stiff, I almost never saw television at night, which is when most good shows are on, because I worked evenings. For example, I never saw Friends, likely the only person in America who didn’t.
Yeah, yeah, I know you didn’t either because you’re so high-brow. You spend your evenings with a glass of white wine, reading Shakespeare and Schopenhauer.
We have seen some excellent American series on our Mexican Netflix over the past few years. They are subtitled in Spanish, and my wife follows along well.
Our favorites have been Mad Men (we still lack the last two seasons), Breaking Bad (lack a couple of seasons of that too), The Sons of Anarchy (lack a couple of seasons), Downton Abby (lack later seasons), The Shield (all seasons) and now Dexter (all seasons), which is our favorite so far.
The missing seasons will arrive in time.
The finale of Dexter was incredibly poignant. Sure, he was a homicidal maniac, but does that mean he can’t have love in his life? In spite of his, er, personality defects, he was engaging, charming and handsome. We adored him, and we were hoping things would turn out well for him in the end.
Well, they didn’t, and we’re very, very sad.
Other shows we like are Justified, The Killing and Netflix’s own House of Cards. Almost anything with Kevin Spacey is worth your time. Lots of great material from the BBC is included on Netflix. And there are no commercials.
Remember when cable television started decades ago, and one of its major selling points was no commercials? That promise didn’t last long. “Commercial” TV and cable are now indistinguishable.
We wish Dexter well, wherever he is.
Looks like he’s in the Pacific Northwest chopping trees. Or drowned in a hurricane. It really was not all that clear.