Hell-A-Woman

 

In the first episode Hank, David Duchovny, was shown to be lacking direction or a job. He did see a lot of breasts, so he appeared not to be a basket case. The second episode has Hank screwing up more and screwing less women.

My dire prophecy about the decline of the breasts was unfounded. While there were less than in the first episode, there was flashback breast. I’ve never seen a show which thought it necessary to the plot to reshow someone’s breasts in the pre-title sequence in case the viewer missed it the previous week. It seems remarkably gratuitous. The rest of the breasts in this episode were involved in subplot about women’s body image. I don’t know how long the writers can keep that up. There are only so many ideas which require Duchovny to examine breasts. We’ve already used them to establish Duchovny’s character and whether or not to get implants. I hope the writers have an active imagination.

I’m trying to keep this review to one breast related paragraph this week so let’s move on to the non-breast part of this episode, which involved Hank at a dinner party with his ex-girlfriend and her fiancé, which oddly enough, doesn’t end well. He insults his blind date, and has to avoid the flirtacious advances of a hot 16 year old.

I thought this show would be more about Hank enjoying life in LA, but it seems to be more depressing than that. The title sequence is light and airy as if the show is an upbeat sitcom about a guy and his friends hanging out in LA. It doesn’t fit, unless there’s going to be a sudden change in direction in the show.

It seems to be about, and I hope this is looked at more in future episodes, Hank being able to do and say what he likes. He likes to write but he doesn’t like working for his ex’s fiancé and depending on him for a paycheck. I think there’s good for some potential tortuous soul searching in that, in future episodes.

Madeleine Martin has been doing an excellent job so far playing Hank’s daughter. She’s sardonic but still a bit naive. I hope to see more of her in the future. But not in that way. This isn’t a paragraph about breasts. She’s too young. You’re all sick.

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A morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness. — Hank

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