http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBjc8p1XVBc
I love the show and the essence of it that you come to relate to, beneath all the pretense of noise.
The thing about californication is the undertone of pure love, that shines through all the mess. It shows life like it is, in all its subtlety. It isn't just about sex, drugs and rock and roll. Its more. Its about the honesty of showing the good with the ugly. Not just the rosy picture that we usually are fed with. Its not what people would call a perfect relationship between two passionately in love people and between a father and a daughter, but who has a perfect relationship anyway. Its a myth. A perfect relationship. We are taught to love, but to make it perfect means killing the essence of letting the other person be who they are and not accepting you for yourself.
I love the relationship Hank shares with Karen. Its unconditional. Its about nothing but their feelings for one another, no matter what life brings. Its about learning to love one another in more ways than one, never to give up. Never to push. Never to impose.
The two most amazing moments of the show are : the letter Hank Moody writes for Becca and the other one he writes for Karen. Both letters put words into its simplest form with such raw emotion, it takes my heart away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opuCIZ7iLG0&feature=related
Hank Moody to Becca :
To my dear beautiful daughter,
I’m writing you a letter. That’s right a good old fashioned letter. It’s a lost art, really? Like handjobs. Shit.
I have a confession to make, I didn’t like you very much at first. You were just this annoying little blob. You smelled nice, most of the time, but you didn’t seem to have very interest in me, which I of course found vaguely insulting. It was just you and your mom against the world. Funny how some things never change. So I cruised along doing my thing, acting the fool, not really understanding how being a parent changes you. And I don’t remember the exact moment that everything changed. I just know that it did.
One minute I was impenetrable. Nothing could touch me. The next my heart was somehow beating outside my chest, exposed to the elements. Loving you has been the most profound, intense painful experience of my life. In fact it’s been almost too much to vow. As your father, I made a silent vote to protect you from the world. Never realizing that I was the one who end up hurting you the most.
When I flash forward my heart breaks, mostly because I can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride, how could you? Your father is a child in a man’s body, he cares for nothing and everything at the same time. Novel in thought, Weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give. It’s getting dark, too dark to see.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwHjzkc9w_Q
Hank Moody to Karen :
Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it so good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t one the make it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there is this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She is completely nuts in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance acquired. She is you Karen, that’s the good news. The bad news is that I don't know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that has to count for something. Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
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