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(S02E06) One of the things I love about this show is how they pick simple one word titles (the first season did it too) and the given episode stays committed to portraying that title (a theme really) from everyone's perspective. It's a very cool storytelling technique, the way they expand upon everyone but manage to keep it cohesive. Ethan Reiff, Cyrus Voris, and everyone else who has a hand in writing and producing this show deserves a real pat on the back. They've created quite the epic. Entertaining because, well, it is. And scary because... it's real.

(S02E05) Sleeper Cell really doesn't quit. It's just keeps moving at you from all angles and once again, things that I never expected happened. For the most part, I think plenty of people have a good sense of predicting what's going to come next in TV and films because often we've seen the same stories and plots told over and over in different ways. Sleeper Cell is just throwing all convention out the window because I keep making guesses that make sense and nothing pans out. I love it because it's genuinely holding my attention as a result.

(S02E12) Weeds went the way of Tarantino last night with an old-school Mexican stand-off by way of Armenia. The slowly crumbling wall between Nancy's home and work life came down with a mighty thud in a finale that left us with a quasi-kidnapped Shane, a busted Silas and a very dead Peter. There are, to quote Shane's genius commencement speech, "motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane" that is Agrestic.

Before beginning this review in earnest, let us take a moment to mourn the passing of Peter. No one really cared about Peter. It was never clear if Nancy really did or not, and frankly, it seems like the writers had backed themselves into a corner so they off-ed him. This is all well and good in that it shows us just how far Heylia is willing to go in her wheeling and dealing, but the TV landscape is now without Hal Hartley regular Martin Donovan. Sigh.

Alright, moment over. On with the review.

(S01E04) "I'm not the monster he wants me to be. So I'm neither man nor beast. I'm something new entirely, with my own set of rules.

I'm Dexter.

Boo!"

Dexter's right about relationships. A relationship means picking up someone at an airport, doing things together ... and things can sometimes get ... messy. However, the messy parts of a relationship aren't exactly what a normal person considers messy.

Last year, when I caught word that Showtime was creating a sort of meeting of the minds of horror with their new series, Masters of Horror, I was pumped. I've been a sucker for horror books, movies and TV, especially including the B-movie horror that you'd often see Joe Bob Briggs covering in some book or TV show. Unfortunately, though, I was a bit let down.

Last season's Masters of Horror had one hell of a line-up of directors, with the likes of Mick Garris, John Carpenter and Takashi Miike. The problem for me was that, for the most part, this wasn't even close to the best stuff these guys could dish out. Somebody (the network?) wimped out in many cases, taking the camera away too soon from gory scenes as if to spare the viewer a tummy-ache. I felt cheated.

If you felt the same way I did about last season, next season's going to be a ... pleasant change for you.