Like the proverbial Platonic idiot grasping at the shadows on his cave and calling those images 'real,' the average plebe focuses his stupefied gaze at such drivel as this 'Dexter' and imagines that it represents more than just mindless entertainment, more than just an opiate for his feeble mind, that it, IN FACT,…

Like a primate wearing a bespoke suit, these 'directors' simulate the trappings of actual auteurs. No matter how much these simian imposters ape their betters, the TRUE cinephile shall see through their tawdry tricks and recognize that their barely-coherent grunts and squeaks speak not to some imagined unfathomable…