“I’m sorry I’m such a turd in the punch bowl.”
Dressed in a black suit with matching tie, David Duchovny is rocking a familiar look. No, you haven’t stumbled onto an episode of The X-Files. Today’s the big day of the Hank Moody’s statutory rape trial and someone’s gotta look presentable. Especially if he’s trying to beat a rape charge. Told through a series of flashbacks during witness testimony and cross-examinations, Hank’s past is finally recounted in all its hazy glory.
As has been well-documented on the show, Hank was a mess when Karen moved in with the father of the underage minor he statutory raped. Coming off an embarrassing adaptation of his book, God Hates Us All, Hank’s been dealing with some shit. So when he finds out that the love of his life is moving in with a loser, he doesn’t take it too well. His childlike antics involve laying a hot log on said loser’s car, shooting him with a hot sauced filled squirt gun, and yakking into his pristine pool.
A tsunami-sized disaster is dropped during Mia’s father’s testimony. This bit of information changes the trial’s outlook and throws a monkey into Hank’s defense. Mia’s testimony only further complicates things as Hank’s credibility turns sour. It’s at this point you realize that Hank Moody may be #@$%ed and unless Abby’s got a trick up her sleeve, he’s not getting out of this squeeze.
Something tells me that the show’s creators have finally realized that while inebriated shenanigans are always good fun, there needs to be consequences to those #@$%ed up actions. If Hank continued on his current downward spiral of shitfaced buffoonery without running into a wall, then this show would quickly devolve into the same sort of drivel that plagues so many shows that dominate most of network television. I’ll certainly rue the day Californication turns into that kind of show. Hank was right, rue is a great word to drop for no reason whatsoever.
Now for the ladies of “The Trial” — for no reason whatsoever.
the chronic fornicator
pudge NASTY
