Hank Poori
I have been watching Californication. It started all because of my favorite actress Natascha McElhon but then I got interested in Hank Moody's fuck-ups. I never noticed that his life was kind of similar to Charles Bukowski's life but completely Californicated for 21 century, more glamorous and sexier. At the same time, I couldn't understand why all of a sudden I was yearning to go back to Bukowski's poems, then I found out about the Bukowski: Born into this documentary. Yet there are zillion's of clues in the series about this theory but again it wasn't convincing enough for me to get rid of some other mind boggling thought; that both Moody and Bukowski (both Hanks) have something in common with someone else, someone who is not a celebrity, someone that I know closely. There it was!!! I found out who that was while I was sitting on the toilet sit: A.P., his indefinite hunger for women, his face scars, the reminder of his adolescence years acne's, then Moody's trouble with Karen, fucking it all up over and over, yet not being able to move on from her ever. And the most import thing in common amongst all three of them: good sense of humor.
It feels like all the stories have been told or acted or lived over and over, there is nothing left to be told, no more fresh stories, but that's not true, every single personal touch makes it a complete unique life.
Friday, December 02, 2011
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