“It won’t suck itself” heaves the young bride of Christ, disrobing as she takes our protagonist in hand… and mouth. From this, the first temptation of Californication’s anchor Hank Moody we are pummelled with a seemingly endless parade of sweat soaked sex, virgin skin and outright deviancy, and you know what… I want more.

It’s a shameless shag-off and it’s long overdue… thankfully it comes wrapped in half-way decent story-lines, well-known acting talent and snappy dialogue. Remember Fox Moulder, the conspiracy theorist with the pin-up looks who split his time between nailing aliens and his partner Skully… we all wanted to see that bed-fight go down right? Well now you get David Duchovny (a.k.a Fox Moulder) annihilating some of television’s finest talent – all episode, every episode!

Duchovny plays Hank Moody, the self-loathing, seed spreading author, hell bent on regaining a fistful of life control; you see it seems his gorgeous ex has split with their mouthy daughter and the man’s world has splintered a bit. Thankfully, Moody comes to the obvious conclusion that in order to rectify the situation he should sleep with every cosmetically sound lass in L.A willing to assume the position.

You see the producers of this show have keyed into one of televisions most proven rules; a certainty that was true when Number 96 exploded onto our screens and it was just effective over the last few years as Sex in the City titillated audiences around the world… t ‘n’ a. Pretty simple really, just get very hot people smashing each other with the reckless abandon of a Kamikaze squadron and more often than not you’ll be sitting on a goldmine.

So why not just watch a skin-flick I hear you ask… well as rad as a hot piece of adult cinema is it just can’t offer the contemporary reach a mainstream product like Californication can. From the Submissive Suicide Girl getting her creamy white arse spanked to the now infamous BJ scene in the big man’s house, Californication serves up a mattress-mambo buffet wrapped in an enjoyable outer-husk of dramatic accomplishment.

Some hate it; many love it and its set to be around for a while. Really, Californication could not have come along at a better time with its blindingly colourful characters, its pc poo-pooing dialogue and a super-sized serving of flesh. While it’s too early to decided as to how thick and fast the life lessons will emerge from the fornication fuelled ether that has constituted the early episodes, what we can be sure of is that the audience seems more than happy to

sit patiently until that quandary plays itself out.

So if you’re into casual sex, gothic submission, benders, gratuitous nudity, action, or the simple appeal of the lovable rogue (and let’s face it, many of our Redhotpie.com.au members are!), Californication is a must on you television dance-card… what do you think?