A Killer Show

OK, I'm the first to admit I'm generally a happy-go-lucky person. Think sunshine and daisies and puppies. But my roommates and I just got two free months of Showtime (thank you, Jess, for flirt-complaining to the DirecTV guy), and we are now addicted to "Dexter."

Normally, getting hooked on a TV show is not a problem for me, other than taking up another hour of my time every week that I suppose I should be using to educate myself or give back to the community. But the premise of "Dexter" revolves around the fact that the title character is a serial killer. Who kills other serial killers. And chops them up and dumps them in a Miami harbor. Did I mention he's a blood spatter expert for the Miami police department and his foster sister is also a cop? Makes for dynamic tension.

But, not a complement to my sunny disposition.

Except that the writing and acting is so well done and full of such charm (plus, Michael C. Hall as Dexter is eerily sexy... as long as you temporarily forget he's a murderer) that I can't look away. The dark humor and endearing quirks make it possible for this girl -- who refuses to watch gory movies like Saw and hates blood and guts -- to watch a TV series about a compulsive killer.

I think we may spend the extra $7 a month for Showtime after our free ride is over just to see what happens to Dexter -- because THIS season, the police are after him. Ooooh. Check out the season two premiere to see for yourself. - Kim