I don’t watch much TV nowadays; I’m definitely more of a Movie/DVD Box Set kinda guy. Partly it’s because I spent a ridiculous amount of my childhood mainlining on cheesy action-adventure American imports. This may have left me with an encyclopedic knowledge of The Six Million Dollar Man, Airwolf and Manimal, but it’s done little to improve my overall quality of life. Nowadays I prefer to do other things and make up for all that time spent suckling on the glass teat.
The other main reason why I avoid TV is because I can’t stand watching soaps, sports, reality shows, property porn or anything with a phone-in vote and/or the word “Celebrity” in its title. The TV schedules weren’t designed for people like me.
But last night I watched the show Californication for the first time and was pleasantly surprised. In case you don’t know, this
is the new was a raunchcom that ran between 2007 – 2014, in which David Duchovny played Hank Moody, a highly-sexed and highly-troubled novelist who moves to Los Angeles. Despite not being an fan of the X-Files, I’ve always quite liked Old Blank Face and loved his oddball roles and cameos in Twin Peaks, Zoolander and especially The Larry Sanders Show. I thought I’d give it a try.
Anyhow, I was working on my laptop while the show was on in the background when something made me sit up and pay attention. Duchovny’s character was shopping in a convenience store and charming the hotpants off a scantily-clad surfer girl when he told her: “Life’ll kill ya.”
Hmm – thought I – that’s the title of a bloody marvelous Warren Zevon song and album. I’m a big fan of Warren Zevon – in fact, I’m rather evangelical about his work – so maybe the writers of the show are too. Or maybe they’re not. Maybe I’m just projecting my Zevon obsession onto their work. Who knows? And – more importantly – since when did blurting-out a Zevon song title work as an efficient chat-up strategy? I’ve got loads of his albums and can be a cocky sunovabitch at times, but I wouldn’t dream of approaching a member of the opposite sex and saying to her “Werewolves of London“, “Mr Bad Example” or “Excitable Boy“. It’s weird, freaky and inappropriate behaviour, even in LA. Granted, “Carmelita” might just work, but only if you were absolutely certain that her name was Carmelita.
This internal monologue was promptly settled when, later in the episode, Hank and his ex-girlfriend Karen