I'm a fan of Castle. Its lighter tone reminds me of the more mystery-driven (not forensics-driven) shows from the 70s and 80s. I'm sorry to say I was thrown off last night's conclusion to a two-parter early.
Last week, a serial killer obsessed with the Beckett-based Nikki Heat toyed with our heroes, finally setting off a fiery explosion in Beckett's apartment with her in the tub. The tub saves Beckett's life a la the convenient refrigerator in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. What threw me was that Castle was able to get to Beckett's apartment through the conflagration without an oxygen mask and had time to banter with her and walk her barefoot out of the apartment. Hello? Smoke inhalation? Lacerations?
I would have believed Castle going in with his hands and mouth covered, carrying Beckett out. It was still a tense and riveting episode, but come on.
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Agreed. It felt as though there were different writers. There were more corny lines, more cliches and that entire burning apartment scene had wifey and I rolling our eyes.
I really enjoy CASTLE and hope this is not a new trend.
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