Yes, I know. You’ve probably seen it already, but indulge me. If you love Dexter (and I know at least 10 people that do) you won’t mind me banging on about it. After all there’s nothing better than seeing (or hearing) something before everyone else and then seeing the faces (or, in this case, words) of those who are catching up. Call me old fashioned but I don’t go near all that Torrent stuff, so I’m coming at series two of Dexter as fresh as a daisy so those that have seen it can say “awww… look at his little face”. I watched series one again on ITV recently, and FX has purposefully held back series two to accomodate any new viewers this run attracted. Anyway, FX had a series two shebang (well, screening) last night at the Apollo cinema in London. That’s right… Dexter Morgan on a big screen. How scary was that?!

Pretty scary actually. As soon as what I consider to be one of the best title sequences in TV history kicked in, episode one of series two didn’t let up.

“My life is all Jekyll but no Hyde.” It’s been over a month since Dexter has killed and he’s becoming tetchy and ragged. His work is suffering and when he does decide to off someone (and loose Doaks, who is shadowing him 24/7) he can’t even… well, I won’t spoil it for you.

Interestingly, Dexter’s trouble in the murdering department is mirrored with trouble in the sauce department too. Lovely Rita is still Rita, but Dexter can’t rise to one particular challenge, and blames stresses at work. I’ve often read that a murderous rush is similar to a sexual feeling, so it was interesting that the writers should make these comparisons.

Elsewhere in the episode, Doaks is at his sweary, scene-stealing best, Deborah is trying to come to terms with her experience with her murderous fiancé, and Rita and her husband Paul’s life starts to unravel.

But by the end of the episode, there are plot developments that put the whole of Dexter’s particular brand of vigilantism at risk. You get the feeling that in this series Dexter, the hunter, may become the hunted.

There was a treat for us after the screening. Writer Jeff Lindsay, who wrote the initial novel the TV series has been based on, took some questions. He was quite interesting, and was chuffed to bits that Showtime and the producers and writers had stayed close to his book as well as getting the spirit of the thing. He really like Michael C Hall.

He’s on to his fourth Dexter novel and what was interesting was that the TV show and his novels sort of work independently of each other – the producers go one way and his novels go the other. At least that’s what I thought he was trying to get at. I found this a bit weird really – normally TV or film people wait for the writer to write new novels. Not in this case, or so it seemed. In the new book Dexter gets married and goes to Paris. Yikes.

So there we have it. I love Dexter and all you hootenanny freaks out there have already seen series two. So I don’t need to tell you that, judging by the first episode, Dexter is carrying on where the first series left off.