Sex Rehab For David Duchovny
Feeling guilty about all the fun fornicating on “Californication”
Californication was my favorite half hour of smart, smutty television last year. Watching David Duchovny seduce or succumb to sexpot after sexpot – with his charming eyes and witty word play – was as irresistible and decadent as a chocolate croissant at 3:00 am. I’ve been licking my fingers in sweet anticipation of the season premiere Sept. 28 on Showtime.
But now Duchovny had to spoil everything by checking himself into rehab for sex addiction this weekend. While my heart breaks for his children and beautiful, talented wife, Tea Leoni, I’m pissed at Duchovny for my own selfish reasons.
How am I supposed to enjoy watching Duchovny hook-up with a roller-skating beach babe when I know he’s a real-life sex addict? Or giddily peek in on his affair with a female boxer when I know he’s cheating on Tea? This life imitating art thing is wrecking my willing suspension of disbelief; It’s as if Bill Paxton of Big Love checked himself into polygamy rehab.
Californication works because Hank Moody’s a bad boy, but with his own righteous moral code. For the first season at least, he wasn’t committed to anyone, so his romps were naughty but ultimately harmless (Except perhaps when he accidentally slept with a young girl who lied about her age … and oh yeah, the fact that she was his stepdaughter-to-be.). Moody screwed up a lot of things, but somehow we still routed for him and his charming flaws. Just take a look at this clip and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about:
It’s easy to guess why Duchovny slipped into this role so easily. Addicts of all stripes are gifted at charming you even while they’re destroying you – and themselves.
Hopefully Duchovny’s able to get the help he needs so he can repair his life and his family – and I can go back to enjoying fictionalized, compulsive sex without feeling so guilty.