âCalifornicationâ: Booze, boobs and a snooze
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Hank Moody was asleep. On top of him, a naked woman.
And so the dance begins anew ...
âCalifornicationâ opened its third season in unsurprising form Sunday night: Hank (David Duchovny) in the middle of his favorite pastime, though not terribly enthused. âHank? Hank!â said the lady. âYeah, present,â said the novelist, coming to. Heâd dozed off. She wasnât thrilled.
Just about anywhere else on the TV dial, the lead-in would have widened the eyes. Here, though, it met mine with a bit of a yawn. And the scene pretty much fell in line with the rest of the episode: amusing at times, though a bit uninspired on the whole.
In the end, the same feeling that came over me at the start of last season returned: I was underwhelmed, but delighted to have my friend back. Thatâs kind of what Duchovny as Hank has become to us âCalifornicationâ fans: a guy weâll always want to follow, because we donât want to miss the epic moment thatâs surely to arrive, again and again. Simply put, heâs more interesting than the rest of us. And Iâm still surprised Duchovny didnât get an Emmy nomination for his work last season.
That said, Sundayâs Season 3 opener just didnât do much for me. Booze, boobs and a big fat dinner party? Weâve seen plenty of that already on this show. And Hankâs tender phone conversation with Karen (Natascha McElhone) at the end? Yep, another âCalifornicationâ fallback; when he isnât in bed with someone else, Hank often ends his evening on the cellphone, charming either his ex or their teenage daughter, Becca (Madeleine Martin), the two most important women in his life.
There was also this one huge red flag for the snob writer in me: Hank and Charlie (Evan Handler) discussing a new book of Hankâs that âno one wants to publish,â due to a litany of offenses that Charlie quotes to his client (âitâs too long, itâs too self-indulgent, itâs too hateful, too misogynistic,â the publishers say). At first I thought that perhaps they were discussing the tale of Lew Ashby, which was the literary storyline woven through last season. But then the cash-strapped Hank said that the âmoney from the Ashby book only went so far.â
So wait, a new book? The guy who spent most of the first two seasons with a huge case of writerâs block has now turned out not only the Lew Ashby bio, which we literally saw him complete at the typewriter last season, but another book as well? Exactly how much time has passed since the end of last season?
Please tell me if itâs just the writer in me, but Iâve always found those Hank-at-the-keys moments to be magical. In the few times that weâve heard or read his literary voice, weâve understood why a man like this is so successful. Heâs imperfect but gifted in terms of the written word. And in this texting, social-networking society of ours thatâs now limiting language to LOLs, smiley faces and tweets of 140 characters or less, that aspect of his character is not to be dismissed.
Granted, I can only imagine how hard it is to capture a supposedly brilliant authorâs unique voice in the short amount of time that TV allows, but series creator Tom Kapinos and his writers have always met that challenge whenever weâve been privy to Hank Moodyâs writing. And for a guy whoâs so driven and affected by literature and his work (or lack thereof), I feel cheated to not have been witness to whatever this new writing project of his was. I wanted another weed-and-Warren Zevon moment, apparently his ritual whenever his typing fingers finally make it to âTHE END.â Those are the kinds of moments that impress me, the times when I feel confident in saying that this show is a whole lot more than the boobs and the booze.
(OK, now I do feel like the snob writer.)
As for what I enjoyed about Sundayâs episode, Becca going off the sensible path and stealing Dadâs weed from inside his typewriter was an amusing character shade that I hope to see more of, and a couple of newly introduced characters show immediate potential: Peter Gallagher as the hilariously named Dean Koons (if you donât get it, go to the bookstore), because, well, heâs Peter Gallagher and I see him and Duchovny as having a lot of potential playing off each other; and Diane Farr as Jill Robinson, a university teaching assistant whoâs both brutally honest about her imperfect personal life and (at least for now) immune to Hankâs advances. âDonât charm me,â she tells him at one point during the dinner party, and when she denies him again at the end of the night, itâs a breath of fresh air to see that Hank is actually not going to get laid. Even still, the chemistry between the two characters dripped off the screen, and whenever Farr was on screen, the scene popped.
That could lead to some good television ahead, as she is a teaching assistant at Dean Koonsâ unnamed local university, and the path to Hank taking a teaching gig at the school was both paved by this episodeâs storyline and teased by Showtime in the networkâs marketing campaign for this third season; âMeet Professor Hank Moodyâ has been plastered across bus stops, billboards and bar coasters all around town in recent weeks. And so it seems, weâre headed back to the classroom.
See you there, next week.
-- Josh Gajewski