A final season that felt like it was on fast-forward. Storylines that took seasons to build were wrapped up in minutes, and character development went out the window.
They pull the rug out from under us. They split Barney and Robin, effectively erasing all the growth they went through. They kill off the mother – the one we’ve been waiting for, remember? And then they pair Ted and Robin together.
It was like the writers suddenly forgot what made Dexter, well, Dexter. All the suspense, the tension, the delicate balancing act – it just went out the window.
Instead of ending the show on a high note, the producers decided to replace Charlie with Walden Schmidt, played by Ashton Kutcher. Now, Ashton’s a good actor, but he’s no Charlie Harper. The chemistry that made the show a success just wasn’t there anymore.
The creators argue that it was a perfect ending, a reflection of the unpredictability of the mob life. And I respect that, I really do. But as a fan, as someone who loved the show, I can’t help but feel a bit cheated.
I’ve gotta be honest here, I struggled through it. The ending was just so… lackluster. It was far from the satisfying conclusion that we as the audience deserved. Instead, it felt cringeworthy and unsatisfying.