![]() Hank helped Levon score a date and set up a blind date for Julia and Rath. What's great is that the new storyline wrapped nicely. Although cheesy, it sparked a little nostalgia in me. Charlie and Marcy, due to financial difficulties, move to a smaller place-a certain apartment in Venice Beach, conveniently vacant. Charlie and Marcy reconciled through dysfunction, as they always did. Hank dreamed of a walk in Venice with Becca, as they had done so many times. Something did, however, become strangely nostalgic in this last episode. Things were odd for a bit as Hank was in a weird rut. Hank discovered his long-lost son, Levon, and was a TV show writer. Karen made occasional appearances, and Becca was seen in only one episode of season 7. ![]() There was some conflict of character as everyone seemed dumbed down from the first few seasons, but it was all right, although not at par with the show's history. However, it all made more sense than a lot of random things that had occurred in most episodes of season 6. Season 7, as a whole, was perhaps more coherent and less fantastic, but lacked some passion. Season 6 only strengthened this tendency, as we entered rock 'n' roll cliché territory. It was 3 years later, and the vibe was completely different as Becca entered college and Karen seemed more distant. Seasons 5–7 saw Hank returning to California for some extra shenanigans, although truth be told, it seemed like a forced story. If the series had ended here, it would have been an epic modern tale. Season 4 ended on a note of farewell as Hank returned to New York on his own. This story was sandwiched between his reconciliation with his girlfriend and daughter, followed by the chaos of fathering a teenager and coping with the law, as Mia resurfaced and told the truth. We saw two distinct parts to the show: seasons 1–4 told of Hank's constant battle with Mia, the underaged teenager he was tricked into bedding. Nevertheless, Duchovny's series was not easily hypnotic to many, which makes it extremely underrated. This writer is guilty of being gruesomely bored by the Sarah Jessica Parker chick-flick series, so my comparison remains valid until proven wrong. I often saw Californication as Sex and the City for men, due to the occasional misogynistic nature of certain events that possibly alienated a few women-although many female characters in the show were at par with the male sexual aggressiveness. One that, while laughing at gratuitous vulgarities of the show, also appreciated the more selective emotional moments of rock-bottom and total bliss. It caught the eye of a more select audience. It didn't engage a kaleidoscope of demographics like Game of Thrones or Breaking Bad. Californication was not a force to be reckoned with.
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