Fixer, fix thyself. Easier said than done in the gaudy cesspool of soul-sucking mendacity we call Hollywood, where Ray Donovan plies his gruff trade as the strong and silent go-to problem-solver of the stars. Showtime's Ray Donovan (Sunday, 10/9c), the summer's best and boldest new show, is a Scandal for the serious-minded: outrageously compelling and teeming with sinister surprise, yet never seeming crazily sensational as it goes to emotional and violent extremes.
Michael C. Hall
At long last, the kill room.
For eight seasons, TV Guide Magazine has honored an unwritten code on the set of Dexter and disappeared whenever Michael C. Hall donned the vinyl apron, pulled back the plastic sheeting and switched into Dark Passenger mode. The actor always insisted he needed privacy to carry out his character's deadliest task — plunging a nine-inch butcher knife into the chest of whichever bad guy was shrink-wrapped to the kill table...
Jennifer Carpenter and Michael C. Hall
It's the beginning of the end.
When Dexter kicks off its final season (Sunday, June 30 at 9/8c on Showtime), expect a huge shift in the relationships we've come to know and love over the years. Sure, Deb (Jennifer Carpenter) and Dexter (Michael C. Hall) hit a rough patch last year after she discovered her foster brother is a serial killer, but they will hit their rockiest road yet in the wake of LaGuerta's (Lauren Velez) death.
Mega Buzz: How will Dexter and Deb's relationship change?
Season 8 picks up...
Summer is here and we have your complete guide to all the series that are turning up the heat this season!
True Blood (returns Sunday, June 16 at 9/8c on HBO)
True Blood is getting some new blood in Season 6. Creator Alan Ball has stepped away to work on other projects, and part fairy Sookie Stackhouse (Anna Paquin) has seen her ex Bill Compton (Stephen Moyer) transformed into...something after drinking a vial of gore that once flowed through ancient vampire god Lilith's veins.
Michael C. Hall
As Dexter's run draws to a close, the titular serial killer will face even more difficulties following the death of LaGuerta.
The eighth and final season picks up six months after Deb (Jennifer Carpenter) shot LaGuerta (Lauren Velez), and she is definitely not handling things well, turning to drugs and drinking in the aftermath. But what Dexter (Michael C. Hall) really needs to worry about is...
Season 8 of Dexter may be the show's last, but Showtime executives say they haven't ruled out creating a spin-off of the series. One option is to have an offshoot that centers on Deb (Jennifer Carpenter), the sister of Michael C. Hall's title character, according to The Hollywood Reporter.
Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter
Dexter's eighth season will be its last, Showtime officially announced Thursday.
As TVGuide.com first reported last summer, the Dexter producers had always planned for Season 8 to be the final season...
Sean Patrick Flanery, Charlotte Rampling
Dexter Morgan may have met his match.
Actor Sean Patrick Flanery will have a "major recurring role" in the upcoming eighth season of Showtime's Dexter, Deadline reports. The Boondock Saints star will play an ex-cop who owns a private investigation business in Miami.
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, Lauren Velez
[Warning: This story contains major spoilers from Sunday's finale of Dexter. Read at your own risk!]
Deb has crossed over to the dark side.
Dexter's foul-mouthed lieutenant took a very dark turn on Sunday's finale, shooting her long-time frenemy LaGuerta (Lauren Velez) in order to protect her brother Dexter (Michael C. Hall). So what does this mean for Deb (Jennifer Carpenter)? TVGuide.com turned to showrunner Scott Buck to get the scoop on whether the Morgan siblings will be able to cover up this murder and so much more! Plus: Is Season 8 really Dexter's last? Read below!
Sunday's second-season finale of Showtime's Homeland was titled "The Choice." Which could just as easily have applied to the seventh-season finale of Dexter that immediately preceded it. The ones making the ultimate choice, though, are the viewers, who must decide if they're willing to go where these dark bundles of insanity take them.
I echo Homeland's Brody when I say: "I'm in." I realize it might be hipper to join the Twitter snark parade, especially when it comes to Homeland's giant leaps of credibility-defying faith, but imagine how dull and dreary this fall would have been without this one-two punch of Sunday night high-octane entertainment.