Hank Moody is back for another season of misanthropy and self-destructive behaviour, this time teaming up an with equally narcissistic middle-aged rock star to produce a rock opera version of his novel "God Hates Us All".
Californication has always walked close to the line "this is just tacky" with its drug and sex and alcohol-fuelled plot points, and it stumbles way over that line in this, its sixth season, with painfully awful sub-plots involving Hank's best friend pretending to be gay for career advancement, and said friend's ex-wife falling into the orbit of a crazed and screeching "feminist" of the type that exists only in the deranged imaginings of Gamergators and other such troglodytes.
Things still could perhaps have been salvaged, to some extent at least, if the main plot was executed better. Season five had a strong conclusion (it is currently, in fact, be my pick for "you should pretend this was the last episode"), and there was opportunity for something solid to come out of Hank's partnership with over-the-hill rocker Addison Fetch, with their parallel stories of being angry young men who've boozed and screwed their way into self-loathing decline in both career and personal life. Alas, the show's much more interested in stunt casting Marilyn Manson and having ladies show us their bosoms than in doing anything interesting with this premise.
I really can't recommend this.
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