|9/25/2013 8:38:00 AM|
To be continued . . .
Monday night was the official start of season premiere week.
Yep, all the networks either roll out the season premieres for returning shows, or the new shows make their pilot runs.
It's a fun week because you get to pick up where the previous season left you hanging. Indeed, there isn't a television drama around that doesn't want you coming back for next season, so the season-ending show is always a cliffhanger.
If you've watched these enough, you realize the star of the show, who is hanging by his fingernails on the edge of a 12-story building, is going to be saved at the last minute when the show resumes in the fall. Nevertheless, there's always a little suspense as to how the writers are going to make it all work out.
That brings me to Monday night's premiere of Castle.
Now, if you've never watched Castle, let me give you just a brief premise for the show. Richard Castle, the show's dashing and debonair male star, is a best-selling mystery novelist and special consultant to the New York Police Department. While he's trying to gain new insight into detective work for his next novel, he actually helps solve crimes with the show's lovely female star, Kate Beckett.
Of course, at the end of last season, the two finally became romantically involved after spending the first three seasons playing cat and mouse with their affections. That led to Beckett saying goodbye to Castle, at the end of last season's finale, to take a job with the Feds in Washington, D.C.
Thus, the cliffhanger - will they stay together, or won't they?
Of course they stayed together.
Anyway, I've always appreciated the duo's (or writers') ability to solve crimes within their given 9-10 p.m. time slot each Monday night.
Until Monday night . . .
Yep. You could see it coming as the final 15 minutes of Monday's season premiere began to tick down.
I said to my wife, "Look out, here it comes."
Yep. Black screen and then: "To be continued . . . "
They just couldn't be content in tying up last-season's loose ends in 60 minutes. They had to go 120 minutes - NO, make that 10,080 minutes. By the time they finally bring conclusion to Monday's plot, it will be 10,080 minutes later. Yes, seven days later. I have to wait seven days to see the conclusion of this episode.
Am I furious? Of course, I am. I rely each week on my favorite dynamic duo wrapping up the crime in 60 minutes. I don't have to wait for next week. If I miss next week, I really don't miss anything.
This is as bad as the dynamic duo I watched as a kid. Yes, Batman and Robin. And let me tell you, it killed me to have to wait a whole 24 hours before finding out how Batman - (by the way, the original Batman, Adam West, turned 85 years old the other day. Feeling just a bit older right now?) - and the Boy Wonder foiled the fiendish plans of the Riddler, Joker, Penguin or Cat Woman.
But it was always a great closing line by the show's narrator: "Tune in tomorrow. Same Bat time; same Bat channel."
Now, they're killing me again - without the "Bat" line.
I seriously think the FCC should lay down the law and prohibit the words "To Be Continued . . ." (yes, the dot-dot-dot, too) from television.
What's the big deal, you say?
Here's the big deal. My memory has gotten so bad, I'll forget to watch the conclusion. Then I'll have to wait until next summer when they're showing the reruns before I find out how it ended - if I remember, of course.
And, no, I don't like watching the rerun on the Internet.
Just wrap up the mystery in 60 minutes and give my memory a rest.