Caught up with "Castle." Still a fun, harmless little show, but stuck to its formula like a dinosaur on a tar pit. Not a STRUGGLING dinosaur either. "Castle" finds it comfy to sink in its cliches, looking forward to the moment it hits the happy fossilized rock bottom of perpetual syndication. One watches for Nathan Fillion, who smirks at the plots right along with us, and for the inevitable moment in which a "perp" will stop Stana Katic and ask her how the hell she manages to keep her hair-style so damn fabulous and red-carpet-ready while supposedly sweating through police raids. I like to think that the hair may look all silky, but actually smells like corpse and gunpowder.
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