Photo: Nathan Fillion, aka CASTLE.
Since I’m between jobs, I’ve been watching WAY more TV than usual, and I’ve noticed the latest trend in cop shows. Now the cops all need a unique person to help them solve crimes. You’ve got MEDIUM, where the cops need a psychic. You’ve got MOONLIGHT, where the cops need a vampire/private detective. You’ve got THE MENTALIST, where the cops need a fake psychic/mentalist. You’ve got MONK, where the cops need a detective with an OCD cleanliness fetish. And the latest seems to be CASTLE, where the cops need a novelist.
I’ve had several friends tell me that I ought to watch the show, so I tried the last fifty minutes or so last night. Aside from a Bill Myers look the protagonist has going on, I was sorta flummoxed by the writing part–I mean, the man never wrote anything! In one scene he said a certain scenario wouldn’t work because “I’d never write it like that,” and in another he fell asleep in an easy chair with his laptop in his lap. But other than that . . . . no writing. I didn’t even notice any day dreaming or note-taking. 🙂
Funniest of all, to me, as the way the cops deferred to this guy, as if he knew anything about police work. They even let him question suspects! Ha!
Maybe the pilot set it up a little better, but I’m afraid this gimmick will wear thin pretty quickly. Too bad. The reality of a “writer show”–an episode where a guy sits around and thinks and types and thinks and types and paces and thinks and types . . . sounds like mesmerizing TV, doesn’t it?