Most vigilante dramas plant their outrages up front—th murder of the architect’s wife in “Death Wish,” for instance—to enlist our approval of the ensuing slaughter of punks an loiterers. Showtime’s “Dexter” skips all that, daring us to tur away. The pilot opens on a bleached-out Miami Beac evening, with Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall) cruisin around and telling us, in zombielike tones, that he loves th city and its Cuban food, “but I’m hungry for somethin different now.” Chinese? Apparently not. Dexter abducts choirmaster and forces the man to confront the exhume bodies of his youthful victims: “Look, or I’ll cut your eyelid right off your face.” Then he strips the man, binds him to table, and revs his drill. Cue ungodly screams

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