Dear Mr Fillion, Ms Katic, Mr Huertas, Mr Dever, Ms Jones, Ms Quinn, Mr Santiago-Hudson and Ms Sullivan.
Long have I defended the right of artists to have crazy batshit eccentric desires. It is a fact, I would declare, that actors are artists, and artists have minds that we simple consumers can not understand, can not even fathom.
I have excused the behaviour of artists and actors alike. Flying a hat first class across Europe? He’s an artist! Demanding people not look you in the eye? She’s an artist! A bowl of wolf nipple chips in the dressing room? An artist!
All these and more I have forgiven actors before you and I will forgive actors after you.
But there is a line!
A line that should not be crossed!
Why, I shout now, why do you only work for half a year? The latest season of Castle has finished its UK run. Now we must wait! I am a consumer, I do not wait! But wait I must for another half year to pass before I see you all on my screen again.
Why? So you can go gallivanting off and make a movie? So you can all dress up and go out dancing during the award season? We consumers work all year! Every week, earning a crust so we can stuff stuffed crust down our gullets while living our lives vicariously through your on-screen actions. We can’t cope with you not being there for half a year. This evening, without Castle on my Television I had to have a conversation with my wife! My wife! I’m not even sure what she wanted to talk about, but I’m pretty damn sure I wasn’t interested.
Was it about a woman drowning in a bath of chocolate? No! Neither did it involve putrefying corpses lying in bed for a week. Not even a hint of a crime or a mystery to solve. Tomorrow I fear I might even need to watch the News or some other non-fiction TV content to get my fix.
So I ask again, what right do you have to only work half a year? Do I not deserve more than 24 episodes of Castle? Am I not worthy?
Yours, disgruntled of England.
PS. Keep up the excellent work, looking forward to season 4.
PPS. Wish we could buy the DVD’s in the UK!