I know I'm crazy, but sometimes, fiction shakes me up.

Sometimes it's a book - every since reading Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire, I've learned that I can cry reading a book. That first time was weird.

Sometimes it's a film - the gates have always opened easily for those. 

And sometimes, it's on TV. I think the first time this happened, I was 8 or 9 and watching the Sailor Moon anime on TV. I still remember the episode and it was - wow - 20 years ago.

I've had these moments with TV shows every since I became a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Then followed Grey's Anatomy. Right now, I'm really, really into Castle.

Usually, such reactions happen for season finales, or "double episodes" that have a big cliffhanger at the end of the first episode, because those are deliberately epic. But last week's episode of Castle caught me completely by surprise, and swept me off my feet.

>> Assume spoilers from this point on <<

We already had the double ep of the season, and the season finale will be episode 24. So I got completely caught off guard by what begun like a completely normal/regular episode. I was even disappointed at first, because it seemed to repeat the scenario of a Grey's Anatomy episode, so I was kind of sad and thought "oh, no, they copy other shows now, they won't do anything original anymore".

It's quite hard, after 5 seasons, to be original, so that would be understandable, although still disappointing to me. Especially for Castle.

Anyway. Kate steps onto a bomb and cannot move for fear of triggering it (hello, Meredith Grey holding a bomb in a patient's body). Then the flashbacks begin (just like in GA, when Meredith starts imagining McDreamy is here instead of the bomb squad guy). But then...Then I got that awesome feeling I get when I watch a Castle episode that I know they made just for us, the real fans. Those who don't "just" watch Castle because it's a funnier version of CSI or Law & Order. Those who watch Castle because the character building had been too good, the history and the stories too realistic to pass on.

I get these feeling in movies sometimes, when they make geeky references only the true fans can understand. Last week, I got caught up in an episode of Castle that was just like a fan vid. They showed all the good moments from the past seasons, all the good times, as if Kate and Castle were remembering them while talking. That was surreal, and exactly perfect at the same time.

This episode was epic, because it was different, a tribute of the show, yet it stayed very true to the characters.

And that "I love you" confession was simply perfectly worded and perfectly timed, as always.

This relationship could have ruined the show, the chemistry, the tension. It's only made it better so far. So worth the 4 season wait.

It's been a while since I last posted here, but I really found something blog-worthy.

Last week was Castle's season 4 finale. I've rarely, if ever, seen such an epic season finale. Or, rather, although I am often hooked and swept by an episode (or a film) I've rarely become so swept that I didn't foresee what was coming.

There are many reasons why I love Castle, mostly because I love Kate Beckett's character; I find it so true. The show is never too much or not enough, it just is. Like it could really happen like this, in real life. Of course I see past the crazy murders and near death experiences here, I see through the plots and only focus on the characters. They're true.

Besides my love for this show, I love season finales because, let's face it, I love epic things, and season finales are meant to be like "super episodes". They are meant to be more than your regular mid-season episode, to close most of the seasons' plots, while still leaving you wanting for more and hanging on till the next season starts. Most issues that appeared throughout the season are solved, most times after an epiphany, or a big suspense-laden fight or conflict.

I've watched so many shows with deep interest, sometimes adoration, that I'm used to these mechanics, and I always expect as much from any 42-minute format show. I always wait to be in a very special, focused mood when I watch a finale, to enjoy it to its full extent. Same goes for season premieres, although they are generally less epic. They're about discovering the new axes, the new conflicts, that will be solved when the finale comes. And, of course,should there be a cliffhanger during the previous season's finale, getting rid of that tension. 

Anyway, although season finales have become a good old tradition throughout the years, it doesn't mean that I enjoy them any less.

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But I really, really, really wasn't expecting that level of epic.

I wasn't expecting so many axes closing in one episode. Or, rather, I wasn't expecting four years of tension and character development and relationship building to come crashing in a climax of such intensity. I knew - or, let's be honest, I hoped - that when all the things they had hold back would be put out on the table, it would be intense, crazy while remaining simple, but the thing is I wasn't expecting it to happen then. I was so slow, and so fast at the same time, but most of all it was so right.

This show continues to be right, and true, year after year, but this episode totally took me by surprise and blew my mind. Part of me feels they made it for the fans, the true fans, not just the regular audience. I love it when they do that, in a show, in a film. They put up all the details only the fans notice, like the "dance" between calling the other by their first name / last name / title depending on the level of anger or intimacy. Or the biting of one's lower lip only on certain occasions.

It was all there, and it was beautiful, unexpected on my part, but so right! I loved every minute of it.

As a TV show lover, watching SATC was kind of long overdue. Truly enough, I had never stuck to the random episodes that aired on TV, and so I never took the chance of watching the whole show. Until now. I don't really know why I started this now, maybe because all my current shows are not back till September/October, but a month or so ago Sex & The City appealed to me. And so I did this the only way one should ever start watching a TV show: by the beginning.

It took me three weeks (yes, I work and I have a life - sort of) and boy, I didn't get pulled for no reason. I was swept, amazed, my fictional heart fell for Big, broke and mended alongside with Carrie's, but most of all I laughed my ass off at anything and everything.

The one big drawback of catching up on a show that's been over for seven years and of which you've seen both movie sequels, is that you sort of already know how the series' going to end. But then that's also a nice thing, actually, as things just fall into place. I'm usually this big spoiler hater, but for SATC things were slightly different, it felt as if I had already seen the show a decade ago.

Anyway, I loved it. Not only did I get to see NYC again, but "I couldn't help but wonder" at how the Internet is such a recent invention. And also, at how fashion has always been weird and will continue to be so. And also, at the unbelievable perspective of getting to spend $40,000 on shoes in a decade. Carrie's got style, that's for sure, but far from being unreachable, she's human and touching. As any fictional hero.

I really, really, really liked it.

My favourite drama show is Grey's Anatomy. Or, rather, my favourite drama show was Grey's Anatomy. After last week's episode, I'm seriously beginning to doubt my attachment to the show.

I mean, I really don't understand what's all the fuss about making a musical episode in general. And I really, really don't see the point of seeing/imagining surgeons sing behind their surgical masks.

That's the biggest faux-pas of GA so far. The whole episode was so unconvincing, it made me doubt of all the reasons why I usually love this show. What's more, the songs were not even original ones, but sort of famous songs. They used their old successes by having 3 or 4 characters sing important songs from the first seasons of the show. The result was both pathetic -the way they called on their old glory- and completely unbalanced -that's the way only a few characters got to sing.

As I said, I really don't get the fuss about musicals, but if you're going to do one, do a masterpiece like Once More With Feeling, Buffy's musical. It was a masterpiece in the sense that all actors sang original songs that talked about their characters feelings. That was truly amazing.