If this review was a single word, a "FFFUUUUUUUUUUUU" that stretched over the distance of 4-5 paragraphs, I believe that most Dexter viewers would stroke their beard (literal or figurative) and nod in calculated agreement.
Whenever the show shifts gears and focuses on two or three characters alone in a room interacting, you can trust in the skills of the performers to make it work.
Maybe Fright Pack isn't nearly the wallet-gouging money-grab it seems to be at first glance. Maybe it’s a way to trim the fat from the show and just grab the highlights.
This week it’s Fight Club, but there’s a hidden advantage to introducing the concept: it channels all the periodic eruptions of mindless violence into one specific, male-dominated direction.
