My younger son came into my bedroom this morning to discuss something very important.
"Dad," he said, "do you ever watch Dexter? I just downloaded the first season and it's fuckin' awesome!"
"Definitely! The first season's great, but I liked the second one better," I said. "The current one has just been okay."
"Yeah, that's what happens with all of these shows," said the noted TV critic. "You know what my favorite part is?"
"The opening credits," I said.
"How didja know? They're genius!" he gushed. "Now that I've taken all of these video classes, I can see how intricate each shot is."
"When did you become Hitchcock?"
"Who?"
"Nevermind," I said. "Where are you with it?"
"I'm only on like the third or fourth episode and the Ice Truck Killer is leaving Dexter all of those little dolls and his sister was just transferred to Homicide," he explained. "I also love the parts when they flashback to when he was a kid and we get to see how he became who he is."
"Should I tell you what happens?" I teased.
"Only if you want to be a dick," he said.
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